in an athenian *******:
what a ****** h'american export...
*******...
  ****** idea...
      watch, but don't touch,
   this whole devil's advocate
al pacino monologue...
at least visiting
a brothel you get
a sing-along
akin to tina turner's
what's love got to
do with it...
   and i don't need to worry
about contraception,
and the traps,
the claustrophobia of
eating anything but
poached sushi of ****...
thank god i made
my exit early...
before apps like tinder
started to sprout like
fungus...
   i just wanted
to pet a dog,
   without having
to refrain to attaching
a leash to it
when taking it for a walk
in public...
   strip clubs...
athenian...
   unlike the brothels
that give off a whiff
of a bourbon perfurmery /
brewery...
           i can't be bragging
when i say:
  just give me a dog,
and a chance to not exact
a leash on it...
    a sort of, hades
            meets cerberus...
then you can have
all your sentiments
for donning
the ring on a finger
and...
  glorifying...
   whatever it is,
that requires glorification.