I’m a verbal prostitute,
It only costs a moment of your time, and guaranteed disease free
Seems my price is too high, no one’s got the time, and I’m going broke.
I’m a believer in group masturbation of the spoken persuasion, giving each other pleasure by word choice
It’s an odd love in a time of finger-keyboard romances
The writers
Poets
Artists
They’ve gone out without a proper blaze of glory, no Tommy gun goodbye
They’ve faded, filtered out like literacy being alarmingly replaced by technological shorthand
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