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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.

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