Pumping Purveyor Of Cures - Poem by gershon hepner
Pumping purveyors of cures
are like some self-servers of gas
preparing to take you on tours
before crossing lines in a pass.
Oh goodness, I want to be gracious
purveying the cures I am pumping,
but if you object to salacious
then dump me before I start humping.
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