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The Hot Job (Free verse) by peaceseeker
he turns me on when
he keeps his temper
when asked to stop talking
with no pause for listening
and would argue against that, too.
he puts swords in my back when
smothering me with affections
with sexual intentions
fucking wins him power
but i won't give it up.
he turns me off when
he leads me to his new lover
proud she is older and richer
his lovely new sugar mama
disguised as simply a "hot job"
he rubs me the wrong way when
he touches my eye wrinkle
to point it out while I'm driving
because he has no social skills
and will not admit to his pain.
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