Raising the Wall: Revolutionary IMprov Poem

Welcome to his Wall
where accusations of “booty call”
cause him to fall
to the ground
and pound
his head
until, nearly dead,
he can’t recall
the pain of it all,
nor the withdrawal
caused by feeling small.

He wants to stall
or remove all
potential
thoughts of a booty call.

There’s always been more there.
He’s always been one who cares.

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