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in honor of a critic -

my idol led me to his office

and shut the door behind us:

first glance, piles of paper, not unusual

but then, the glasses atop a teetering stack(!)

so i raised an eyebrow

and he grinned

it was a dare

put them on he said without speaking

so i did.

hesitantly, yes, but i did.

 

XRAY VISION i cried

shh he said with a finger to my lips

it's my secret and you can't let anyone know

of course not i said

then i shook my head in wonder

so this is how it's done

this is how you know

how you strip them down

they are naked and trembling

you poke and **** to find

the weak spots and then

you offer them to the world:

a subhuman sacrifice.

 

this turns me on i said

can we? please?

put them on

what do you see?

if i'm already bare

and willingly exposed

can you still pick me apart?

i sacrifice myself, does that

make you blind?

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