Poetry
Is a slow striptease
Each poem
Removes a layer
Gradually
We expose ourselves
The audience
Voyeurs
They love to watch
The microphone
Seems larger
And furrier
Than usual
Yes alright
Is that all you've got?
Get on with it
She thinks
She says
I imagine with her
It's the same with sex
Is that all you've got?
Get on with it
Your 2 minutes
Are up!
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