Here I juggle with this hot potato
more kindly known as my length
which would sooner be back in the oven
yet which out here in the breeze must flop
with proprietor unattached and unintended
hopeful searching dungeons of repute for some respite
winking here and pleading there with maidens all amended
promising desired wickedness at any time of day or night
high and low said scrambles for said salacious feast
somehow sure to find a suitor sure to sate the frantic beast
and harnessed in the darkest hard drive of a lonely low lit
room
somewhere in middle England waits a red hot teasing womb
yet search and sell and plead to try this hot potato once
at least
no mind or flesh of any kind responds to solve this misery.
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