Free verse № 8348
Flight of the Samurai (Act II)
Dum dum...
Muscled legs stand resolutely on the earth.
VERY firm thighs, toned by honor.
Ensconced in the sweetest silk of foreign seas,
His are the most awesome of pants,
He is a Samurai.
Gentle winds of dead ninja and satisfied women
toss the ebon soldiers of his scalp.
And he dosn't even WASH it that much.
His hair makes you want to cream,
He is a Samurai.
...
He fles back to the club; dances.
This chick there SAYS the boy is His,
But He knows it is not sweet enough.
He uses protection, unfalteringly,
He is a Samurai.
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But any further questions about samurai will have to wait, thanks to that dern 4 poem posting limit.
You can't just jump into the middle of the flight of a samurai, any good ninja can tell you that.
Damn! And here I thought this was autobiographical...
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