Tidy

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem

For William Louis Hunter V

”I’m trisexual.  I’ll try anything once.”  ͂  Bill Hunter

So clean that he was dirty was revealed.

You wouldn’t guess that when you saw him first,

His kinks in ordinariness concealed.

Beige polo shirt and khaki trousers (pursed

Together) caused normality perceived.

Brown leather loafers made the look complete.

This manhood was completely preconceived.

His oddity was covered up by neat

Deception like the snake in Eden’s tree.

“Thou shalt not surely die,” his clothing said.

The fact that he was doing dirt with glee

With varied sexes entered no one’s head.

  The perfect features (dimple in his chin)

    Misled you.  He was into wide male sin.