Ant Smith


More to Life

The back of your neck is a nest

For something creepy

Oozing pus and insects,

It's a little freaky

You read about beautiful breasts,

In the woman's weekly

You press exposed bits o' flesh,

Deep into my belly

And though I'm not so impressed,

You're someone else's mammy

I wonder what kind of mess,

Is that someone's daddy

I guess when all, that's to be said

Has been said

You prove there must be more to life

Than reproductive sex