Yes, I was once pushed into it,
But now I enjoy every bit
Of the sale,
Talking to the one who brings
them
To me, and ah, talking to those
lames
Who spread those sticky cells,
On and off the bed,
A mark of their indifferent trade.
But my dear,
You haven’t come into the affair
Still you have fear,
Want them to treat you well
Why’d you wait for it and wail,
Treat you well? What do you mean
hey!
Underestimating self by giving
them sway!
No, celebrate you victory
When you’re violated,
In the long trajectory
Of silence, you have overrated
The tools
Of those desperate fools.
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