Be A Flintstone! by Harish Iyer

I knew the taste of semen.
When I was barely seven.

I didn’t know how to react against the act,
Though I did detest, I didn’t protest.

Against incest.

Blame me! Me then, a virgin mind of 7.
Is that all that you can do?
When I was fretting with fear,
Where the hell were you?

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