Yorktown Disciple
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.


Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10778
All

I

wanted

was

a

back

rub
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