Quatrain of Undressed Behavior
Hold on
You talked me right out of
my pants, then you
chatted me out of
my brand new
shirt.
When I came in I felt pretty
darn good, no doubt I
sure wasn't feeling
like ground
dirt.
A back rub was all I wanted
but I got an earful of hate,
Marxist theories
crazy and
perked,
I know you meant well but I
must admit, those spewed
ideas have been tried,
they didn't
work.
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Order # 10778
All
I
wanted
was
a
back
rub
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