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Something I Hope I Would Not Hear Myself Speak (Free verse) by Lifeboatman The bitches of our time are as plentiful
As the flying pigs of antiquity
And with as much decency too
Though their nest-sties had changed
To haystacks, then to cabarets
And then to bust seats and pool tables,
They still copulate to make extreme their countenances
And don their promiscuity without shame
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