MESMERIZED GONADS
Well, well, well, well anyway; something
was finally said. 'You drive me crazy with desire.'
I heard it, in the elevator, going up. Fourteenth
floor destination and those desires were blue. The
one guy said his arm was numb, and his girlfriend,
looking worried, still laughed it off. 'You'll be OK,
no one ever dies in America.' Two other people got
on, not knowing a thing, and kept talking about the
beach. Poor guy; jeez, I hope he made it.
If this America only knew.
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