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"Erotica"
by Jeph Johnson
Her body speaks more articulate than my pen
Her cursive dance loops and circles while my hands clench
I toil and flourish uncompensated for my art
While casually, day in and out she steals their hearts
And empties wallets, Visa cards and purses too
While I run out of ink pondering her pulchritude
They say erotica is not an art per se
While literary merit is argued more than Ford and Chevrolet
In this town pornography seems to outnumber poets
So I combine the two in hopes that I can overthrow it
I'll chalk this up as "one of those things we'll never know"
And hurry to finish this poem so I can go and watch her show
