All men are tuned
or wired to be furious
at that uncontrollable time
one stand per night
or whatever lovers one
with a love seeking wife
ask a fu*king king
keep crossed your hands
if you have no free fingers
your poem-ink
is grand
ah what a one night stand
was it grand
different spice every night
different red chilies all right
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