Ankles
I recall the old days,
Desires, and Male-gaze,
Seeing knees and ankles,
Pleasing, like good sex!
Now, today, on the way,
When I see the ankles,
Study their footwear,
Plastic, all of them!
Everywhere, articles
Explain the carbon,
As fuel for the cars,
Or a ship sailing on.
Let us see what we wear.
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