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Booty Base (A Dramatic Poem About Ass)
Like a bird, enamored by a coin;
my prose is dictated, and destroyed
by a bauble with a sultry shake.
Left to own devices in its wake,
I imagine few could stand for long
a tidy consciousness, banging on
through many euphemistic daydreams:
beleaguered by the thought of inseams
that cannot hold against her motion -
constant like a turbulent ocean.
Should the dams collapse and waves emerge,
I would dare not sing a restive dirge,
as you'd be choice for avoidance: a
floatation device in deployment,
enjoyed through the crisis we'd divert;
drawing the eyes of the extroverts.
