UnPoetia/Selected poem
Do not shag gentle during that good night,
Youthful lust should burn and rave after close of day;
Rage, rage following the turning off of the light.
Though wise scholars in their minds know safety is right,
Because their getting laid was so unlikely they
Do not shag gentle during that good night.
Weak men, whilst observing with delight
Their frail Percys stiffening in this newfound way,
Rage, rage following the turning off of the light.
Wild men who cut down angels in their flight,
And learn, too late, there’d be a price to pay,
Do not shag gentle during that good night.
Diseased men who beareth plague and plight
Have infected sores that blaze like meteors ‘cos they
Raged, raged following the turning off of the light.
And you, my lover, there in the midst of your height
Curse, bless me now with your climatic groans, I pray.
Do not shag gentle during that good night.
Rage, rage following the turning off of the light.