kisses exchanged without escrow
no need for transportation in the snow
just go where the brisk wind blows
galavanting about without a hidden agenda
i sit here stirring tea into splenda
my bed at night would be constructed with hides
my father tucking in his several wives
my moccasins the smallest in the tribe,
i arrive on time with my hookah aligned
we dine on rare seal extinct divine
a dish that is comparable to swine
the earths axis tilts causing repetitive days
half of a year in darkness, decay
i sleep when it suns
i sleep when it darks
my thoughts unravel, away flies the lark
the darkness upsets
the light grows old
my life unfolds as a story untold
slain seals lie lifeless out of my families hut
my human heart suffers no rut
the street i live on is called injut
i receive my first kiss, nuzzled noses,
most girls would prance around with their roses
oh how i would like to be an eskimo
a moccasin life
multiple wife
an arctic circle fearful of strife
a compliant astrological route of snow
a kiss received under fathers escrow
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