The red lead
like midsummer wine
a work of art of man and nature
rising above the pool of slime
as the locals copulate
and wishing to be one of them
the pike cruise for a bite
a walk on the wild side
pinching the slab with
fingers and toes
morsels for the cruising pike
the midas touch
a copulator's key.
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