Unlabeled Hades

Strange sex dreams
that you don't want to wake from.
(That Italian gal
with the puddle she loves.)
We want what we want
regardless of reason.
The district attorney's still scratching her head.

None of what follows
applies to the willing:
the denizens dandy
the scurvy that's shared.
Half this town
could drown in its ego.
Tell them your secrets.
They're still not your friends.

Tonic sans gin is alright if there's lime.
It's easy to sleep with a lock of her hair.
Be sure to appease the man in the boat.
A tough one to swallow:
Ares was queer.

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