Do not look!
Thou shalt not look
I daren’t even cast a curious glance
At the odd creature with a perky ass
That walked into my gym at five o’clock,
Of course – the cursed spinning class.
I must not look, I shan’t submit –
My brain is pulsing with the healthy beat
Of lust and life and them combined
Treason, treason of the blood! the old Bard states proud
I’ll have that lying, cheating head –
– Between her toned legs at once, the Scottish dialect declares
Duffy! Be quiet. Not here, not now, not on this damned mat.
My slimy body drips deceit –
Bend over, cheater! Millay screams.
Embrace the treason:
Love and other abstract nouns
Make very little reason
To displace one’s dissatisfaction
Upon the undeserving, soulless steel.
I sigh and do as I am told –
Amidst the chaos, one thought persists and rises above…
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