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Throngs gathered
at the hard rock bar,
last call. Bouncers
power-tripping, one
authoritatively yelling,
'We got yer money,
now go home! '
Male patrons lingering,
last ditch efforts
to persuade the female
contingent that each
intoxicating offer
is the ne plus ultra,
the one-up-manship's
delivery; non-eloqent.
witless display of male
as hunter & female
the huntee.
(Thinking to myself,
another case against
evolution) As an
analyst, I observe
modern day cretins
providing accounts
against the advancement
of humankind. Instantly
it dawns on me,
somewhat aggravatingly,
'what the hell
am I doing here? '
Gregory Wm. Gunn
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Gregory Wm. Gunn
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