Poetry Corner with Lawrence Spiro

This poem is definitely not AI created.

Not Pinchas                              

The creep quickly come to me

drooling greeted enmity.

My passion tore to its sin

sliding earth within its grin.

It made me a willing fool

into a sensual pool.

I climb the shaft high then all

crawling on 3 inches tall.

It through thrust for pleasure still

slowly moved with free stiff will.

Remains of me were thrown low

used regret to not to know.

Body laughed and soul not too

eyes tearing mind’s weeping view.

I stopped it and saw its stare

my remorse no longer there.