Farewell to lust

Now that we are sexless
Now that we're platonic
Now that we are angels
Just like Claire and Frances

Now that we are poodles
Now that we are rags
Now that we are bootless
Just like glossy mags

We can talk in general
Wonder 'bout the weather
Compare butt to vegetables
Speculate and blather

No more generals no more war
No more talking synchronicitously
No more despots all is wonderful
Don't start talking falsilly

Now is made of time and tithe
Emballaged like fresh falafel
Now we've corked our cuckoo cider
Wanton canker spikes my apple.

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