15. the white marble
Do men know we only need one
to sustain a civilization?
We could get rid of all,
but one, and flourish.
We’re not your competition?
It’s your buddies with the beers.
Stunted without an original notion,
handshaked lies after licking the limes.
Stillness instead of stimulation,
ideologies stifled on the back of bar stools.
Making deals with your dicks in your hands,
you could’ve been kissing a girl in the bathroom stall.
It’s wasteland searches, looking for a gem.
Luckily, we only need one.
Like finding a white marble
in the wake of an earthquake.
As soon as we get a hold of you,
we’re putting you in our pocket.
No more bathing on hillsides.
Or champagne flowing on yachts.
Warmed by the heat of our sun stained fibers.
You’ll never feel lost again.
You’re ours to keep.