hands down...

   i'll stage a show,
akin to:

    ein hanswurst
              mit-nein schminke...

hanswurst-gesicht-gegessen-
               durch-
             die-arbeit-zustand-
    ein-lächeln:

a clown without make-up...

   clown face eaten
              by
        the work of being
            eaten by: a smile.

- but unlike "abraham" clinton...
i can tell you...
i did nothing wrong
by visiting a brothel...

       the wrong party is
protected under the "law":
it's illegal to procure
prostitution
   with a brothel...

   it's not illegal
to visit a *******,
as it is not illegal
to be a *******...

what is illegal...
is to own a brothel...
to be, the "madam"...
from what i've heard:
i haven't done
anything illegal...

and all the better for it...
given the freedom
of current women,
the only pleasure,
or the last remnant
of freedom for men
to be enjoyed...
is among prostitutes...

the "question" of rubber
isn't even on the cards...
if you've never been...
you'll never know...
what...
    feels like...
  an eternity...
  when you're not
latched onto a parasitical
****'s worth of
"responsibility"...
a "james bond" stealth tax...

not when you're
at university,
and haven't thought
about applying for a job...
not this
******* "solomon's surprise"
of a child when
you haven't learned to use
your feet...
only just finished
using up your arms...

under the english law:
i did nothing wrong
visiting a brothel...
  or a *******...
not one, iota, of harm...
  
   last time i heard...
it's not illegal to be a *******,
nor is it illegal
to be a *******'s pundit...
what is illegal...
is owning / running a brothel...
basically prostitutes
can only be prostitutes
if they serve the working
ethos of considering
themselves self-employed...
but who the **** has
the sort of money
to throw it at women,
behind a camera,
                                 jerking off?

if you're like me...
you're like the "snob"
at the smithfield "laundary"
exchange base:
some people even decided
to call it:
      smit-ah-field...
you know:
when people became
confused buying a bargain
of bulgarian beef,
when it was actually
romanian pork...

  but last time i checked...
what was illegal?
was the venue we spent
an hour in...
and i forgot to trim
my ***** hair,
and me all "embarrassed"...
decided to smooch
            for an hour.

**** me: at least some clear
boundaries...
   she tells you she's
s.t.d. checked...
you put on the ****-tracey
gimp latex tux...
   you start making
items of scent,
past the already applied
perfumes...
the hair has a different
signature to the skin,
  and all else...
        and... pure procreation...
nothing of a moral
question to hugging
babies: as much as i'd love
to hug babbies as petting
the ultimate autistic bonsai:
of the worth of cats...

women:
  an exasperating word...
akin to something
by tom waits: live...

which is why i don't understand
the whole jack the ripper
cult modus operandi of
sifting through the obvious...

(said in a hushed tone(:

     at least with a *******
i don't have to worry
about the clam-trap...
  clam-trap?
   tell you it's o.k. to rubber-off...
encouraging you:
it's on the pill...
   and then...
                     well... it's either
a lie or...
      it's a double lie...
  whatever it was, is,
or will forever be...

     i didn't break a single
english law
by visiting a *******...
she didn't either...
the act wasn't forbidden...
nuance...
   it's illegal
to run a brothel in england...
that's why...
all the prostitutes
of amsterdam...
appear to be self-employed...
the brothel is "bypassed"...
well...
it is, but it technically isn't...

now...
i rather prefer the "moral"
debate concerning prostitutes...
than the debate
concerning relationships
and unwanted
pregnancies...

  why complicate
this world with a compliment
of said question,
about...
   the attitudes
of free women of the west?
i almost would understand
being unable to pull out
a circumcised phallus
from a ******...
  but an uncircumcised phallus?

*****, please...
i know what an *******
feels like...
it's my *******...
pulled back...
constricting
the "sudden" burst
of "juice"...
   it's not a milli-second
timed event...
i don't need some
circumcised ego-tripper
to tell me
what...
   imitation circumcision
feels like...
and how *******
can be prevented to
claim "responsibility"...
  went to a *******...
performed oral ***
on her...
   and this is how that
"oration" translates into!