Conceptual poem, Humping

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Of late modern art has been annoying me.
There’s that artist wearing costume tusks
Who asked me to introduce myself
And inquire of the pachyderm how it feels
To be hunted for ivory teeth.

During another show an artist
Proffered her tits asking me if I wanted
To play sugar daddy to her.
Since the exhibit was participatory
And her teats big as cherries

I told her, No thank you I didn’t want to break
My false teeth on her pits. Then there was that
Other artist with a big thorny bush---
On her head that is.
She held a gigantic dildo instead of a torch

And declaimed being totally for Liberty.
I thought I’d participate by standing close to her
I clasped her thigh and feverishly began humping
Acting as if I was a fucking hound dog.

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Alex Nodopaka July ©2011