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The Poseur
Shoeless and shirtless at their tryst,
two long-haired, slender young men kissed.
An old man watched them with clenched fist,
his panties in an awful twist,
and he was angry, really pissed
off as he added their names to a list
of those who will be . . . you get the gist.
When he croaked, that old crank was not at all missed;
his existence like that of the cancerous cyst
that felled him and, like a mill's stone, ground him to grist.
Starward
