urine, saliva, water leaking from a pipe
enjoying the view at the deluxe
where the movie shown 20 years ago
is shown again
the characters are obscure from the 80s
but the scene i have already pictured
rebels carrying the captured women
to be their slaves
but the shadows in the peripheral are stirring
roaming every sections and rows
the multiplicity of favors asked
from the watchers inside
then you came quiet as a lamb to me
agreeing without compunction
provided the relief money is delivered to your hands
and now you kneel thanking me
and sit to where i sit
i cant see the movie now
because the release is too good
to be true in you...
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