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don’t ever call us chicks
frail boy bitch
matters of opinion
little stinker boy
   not worth itch

jazz harvest time
go down town
get us girls some
satin treatment
   soft touch control

done with garbage?
get over here
by our sides
let’s have a little tickle
   here’s your chance

experience purity
same filth
having sad fun
bare faced wonder
   your kindness will push you over the cliff

backwards
not big enough
grow in us
all feeble one of you
   pretend to finger a harp

strum E sharp progression
share smoke out of mouth
into us
give us your lungs
   start out fast, end long and low

it’s ok
you can look at the score
tickle your ivories
then tickle ours
   the beauty of our thing

free tears
tympani tears
weep and sorrow
shallow, requesting lip
   finally, we need your spit

WAIT, naughty boy bunny
you left pants behind,
we’ll hold for you,
scamper to the taxi in your little white sox
   whisker sleuth, knock next time


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