Big Nose winked in Mao's gate.
I think he took my bait
and turned around to follow
--I hope. Maybe not. Ten
more may squat or piss; then
he my white jade will swallow.
He smells too sweet, but's thick.
I'll, dangling, suck his dick,
or, heels thrust in the hollow
of his back, astride neck,
I'll goo his throat; peck, peck
his baldness, for a dollar.
At least the last one shared
that much. I wait, ass bared.
Big Nose, Big Nose, follow.
By Louie Crew
Peasant Privacy in the Forbidden City
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