why is it so
scandalous, the minister
in the airport
hotel,
slipping quarters
into the vibrating bed
while his
date
counts out cold cash
from the basket.
how can you live up to being
good.
being perfect, being
inhuman.
at some point pop goes
the weasel,
if you crank the good box
long enough.
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