The Last Argument Poem by Daffodil Decarie

The Last Argument
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'Why do I ask that? ! ' And he continues...
'Well-It's true, making love
with you is my exercise-
It's like not moving a muscle
But moving nerves as much as possible-'
And he moved on saying...
'It's- it's like yogapol'tic's technique
basic principles can't move a moralized filth
(a mass innuendo by he) , he thought...
And, and like-
Fad-ego diet, feeds visceral vertigo
And human's a gargantuan idiot box
ricochet such basic principles, to-'
'To whom do you think so? '