Hey, hey, it's Renee Slay with another erotic poem for National Poetry Month. This one is called no Words and buyer beware. It is erotic. Increasingly, I am frustrated with repeated niceties. All expected societies injected games. There's this push and this pool of false lies told by fools, following rules, by words, all that necessarily had to be reframed. Each one has the expectation, hoping good acting can bypass a rejection and a prize will surely be claimed