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Whore.

You do what’s expected,

every step,

you pleasure their expectations.

You, Rotary Club Chairman,

1987.

 

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The government wants to execute you!

But their heart isn’t in it,

fully,

otherwise it would already be done.

The pretence of justice,

trial and jury,

would be dispensed,

abiding by convictions,

the system would do as expected,

and you would be shot.

But instead you are hung

and left hanging,

in limbo,

in hell.

Often, you wish they would shoot you,

like a dog,

just get it over with,

but society cares more about dogs

than people.

Uncertain fate,

neverending circle of hate.

Inside, torment

is never dormant.

Yes, they have decided to torture you

in the way that only life and living

can do.

The government wants you

to execute yourself.

 

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It’s an Izhmash,

you might sneer,

but I don’t fear,

it’s enough for what I want,

reliable,

yes, reliable,

as the Sun rises tomorrow,

and I remember yesterday,

in my dreams,

sweet dreams,

blown away.

 

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I saw the 7-11 store & was surprised at the name…

(In America, they honor the date?)

Maybe it was for people, like me,

to help adjust to the Decadent West.

Somehow…

So I went inside

and was lost.

*Sigh*…

Of course,

here and there,

everything is perverted,

and even numbers lie.

 

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To the onlooker I was,

probably degraded

and definitely compromised.

So, what to do

but fantasize?

Remembering my old Izhmash

and picturing what I would do,

shot by shot to you.

 

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He asked me go bottomless. After all, he said, men like all pussies and don’t judge them the same way they do tits, so what’s to fear? He wanted me to be in his new film, a wannabe college sorority hazing. I was to be the exchange student (again!).

In his wisdom, he reminded me that men are the opposite of women: bottomless men are judged by size, bottomless women are not. The complexities of that can of worms were lost on him.

What could I say? He was offering good money.

 

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