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Lovely lady on the cement block, teach me to rhyme
like you rhyme, lifting your skirt to the burning orange
sky with the sun in your hair and soiled alleys tucked
carefully between your thighs (a quick buck, a quick--)


"--but no actual sex," the editorial reads,
turning its inkjet nose up at the very notion
of figures dryhumping in a sweltering bedroom
or the image of a skirt hiked up and unisex
denim tugged down low on thin, pale thighs
behind a graying building.


I respect you, lonely lady.  You have more guts than
most of the lawyers, politicians, and young urban professionals
all melted together in their big successful mess.
We'll never find you saying, "that, yes, but no actual sex."


"This is a place of business, you'll have to get your sick kicks somewhere else."
©2008-2009 *wrenwatcher
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I like it, but I sadly failed to get the reference.
What aren't you sure about?

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Whether I like it or not. :)
No reference, and thankee.
Don't be sure.
It's best to be uncertain.
On the fence is a higher place than on either side.
:)
I don't understand, entirely, but I think it's marvelous.
b


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"I don't remember reading the bible verse where Jesus turns water into blood." [link]
I know where you get your sick kicks.
Spoilers: America's Youth.
Stop soiling my name, loser. :batman:

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