Each with a hand
levelled just below his nose,
two Russian poisoners
took advantage of democracy
and said they were up to here
with the gay knobs on Russian churches,
were in Salisbury for straight inspiration,
were straight fitness industry workers;
therefore,
not bent,
how could they possibly be carrying
a bottle of women's scent.
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