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Sport 43: 2015

When lovers leave

When lovers leave

When lovers leave, are none, or few,
ask not what cunt can do for you.
Don’t tell me whether you spit or swallow.
I take my waking blow by blow.
I ask my crotch
what it would rather watch:
a doco on the Ebola virus
or a leaked sex-tape of Miley Cyrus.
I think therefore I am
forgetting my Citalopram.
Oh, do not ask, what is it?
Nobody really gives a shit.
God loves sinners and sinners love evil.
It’s dog eat dog in Doggerelville.