Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Undressed Behavior

Hold on

You talked me right out of
my pants, then you
chatted me out of
my brand new
shirt.

When I came in I felt pretty
darn good, no doubt I
sure wasn't feeling
like ground
dirt.

A back rub was all I wanted
but I got an earful of hate,
Marxist theories
crazy and
perked,

I know you meant well but I
must admit, those spewed
ideas have been tried,
they didn't
work.

Yorktown Disciple