the cost of a counter-argument? being a woman, and talking to a *******... now... that will not be, an easy measure of argument, no feminist-prone women will have an easy discussion with a *******, esp. one abiding in amsterdam... with men? you can kick & scream! but with prostitutes of amsterdam? woman facing woman? that's not going to be easy... and, as ever, even with jane austen "revelations", it will remain a secret... man provides tattoos, woman provides puppets; a "feminist" will find arguing with an amsterdam ******* "a bit" hard, whom she likes to think as "easy" material, akin to a man; but then again... i might be wrong! i'd actually pay the same hour's few i'd give to a ******* to hear the discussion between a feminist and a *******... although i'm sure i would have overpaid, given the discussion would take less than... half an hour, if not three minutes.*

these people bore me, i think of seashells
and sometimes think
of the life living in them...
and sometimes the sea,
and sometimes
the tides of literature...
by the count for tomorrow,
they'll be yawns...
exasperations and lost loves...
library turned brothel
******...
people these days find
receiving a phone-call annoying...
for it never assures them,
receiving a call
asking for their routine...
what happened when we began
collecting shells,
rather than the mollusk tongues?
to fake hearing sea-waves?
crafty us, leveraging a fake
tomorrow...
   kept echoing, echoing, on and on...
clandestine *******,
akin to to clandestine writing,
both seem the oddest of bedfellows...
as ***** to *******,
so much so that a poet be to writing...

never asking to accomplish either
marriage for a *****'s sake,
or a novel, for poet's sake...

the final, epilogue, being the most banal
of all possible narratives...
given the genesis: being the most enticing,
heroism alone, plus a stipend of
echoing futures...
     and the perpetuated hebrew...

take to marriage and write a memoir,
or? take to the brothel,
and write a poem or two,
      both attitudes are seemingly
compensating, in that they are completing;
thus said:
    a wife? is a chore;
      a *******?
              a daughter, one wishes to have had,
   and have wished a better fate for her,
having taught her to escape the genital prison
of old,
      in that genitals do not equal slot machine
economics.