Fall Guy My back is wrecked from love-making-- my lower lumbar got the double-cross; so I lie here like a corpse on a slab while she takes an innocent shower . . . The bed is stripped to a single sheet-- which is all a dead man needs; the comforter lies crumpled on the floor, more powerful than sworn testimony. I am both criminal & victim in the case-- failed to follow doctor's orders. Listen . . . you can hear the water hissing-- snake down her body, gurgle down the drain. Spare me your sermon and your good intentions: Tell someone else who wants a warning that middle-age and sex don't mix; that a young girl is the devil's right hand. As far me, I'm going with a smile on my face. Save up your tears (if you have them) & put them in a tiny bottle, & when it's filled give it to the man who never loved.
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