No.

No.

(A Poem for a Growler and a Singer (the "No"s)

Y'know us guys always get around
and get down to the same erotic sound
when our thoughts with you women are wound.

Desire!
Lust!
Passion!

Fucking like wild ones
running naked in the starlight,
howling wild under the moon!

So tell me now and tell me true,
tell me "No!"

Tell me "No." now.

Tell me "No." so
I can put aside
the dreams of Inanna . . .

Tell me "No." so
I can put aside
the scent of Inanna . . .

Tell me "No." so
I can put aside
the sound of Inanna . . .

Tell me "No." so
I can put aside
the touch of Inanna . . .

Tell me "No." so
I can put aside
the kiss of Inanna . . .

Tell me "No." so
I can put aside
the union with Inanna . . .

Tell me "No." so
I can stand beside you
as a colleague in ideas . . .

Tell me "No." so
I can stand beside you
as a comrade in arms . . .

Tell me "No." so
I can stand beside you
as a guardian in freedom . . .

Tell me "No." so
I can stand beside you
as a warrior in fury . . .

Tell me "No." so
I can stand beside you
as a brother in love . . .

Tell me "No." so
I can stand beside you
in the vanguard of a New Day.