Dead Porno Stars
P Patti Masterman
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They can lie, but never lay,
All bright lights have gone away;
They're just the money shot
Of yesterday.
Left are pictures in a magazine
Beside the road, some obscene-
Or the stills from movies made-
Their myth of potency, all fade.
Now they're cold,
Where once were warm,
And no one's clutched
In rigor’d arms.
They can't speak
And no one peeks;
Once they were tops-
But now just props.
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