Wetware With Sophistry
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She is wetware with sophistry
And only half dressed,
Shivering in early twilight,
Your all-expense-paid guest.
Your needs first, but unspoken
The order of the night,
Then somewhere posh for dinner
With low-contrast light.
Don't want to be identified
On the night you're free,
Somewhere near the suburbs
Is where you’ll need to be.
She is wetware with sophistry,
She'll bring you back to life,
All for the price of a nice hotel
And one forgotten wife.
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