If you can dish it
darling
bet that I can take it.
I've done my time
and know that mine
has always served a purpose.
The way you lay them on me
when the urge writhes in your flanks
regardless of the sidewalk
has me giving thanks
for the many men who made me
and the women who were wrong
about a twisted minstrel
with a complicated song
and even to the evenings
that start and end like this.
I hear the party on the street.
It's nothing that I miss.
If you can stand it
sweetie
I'd like to lick your soul.
"Wolf!" cried boy
and every toy
he ever had was worthless.
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