© 2004 Nicholas Collinwood
SOME DELUDED RENDEZVOUS
Across the table, incredulously,
She sat and chatted rehearsedly
While inhaling from vessels copiously
It wasn't her dime.
With one fluid motion and consummate grace
She deftly extracted her compact case
And dusted away life to barely a trace
It's hardly a crime.
Her lack of intrigue far from a surprise,
Interested only in the her in my eyes
The only queries to value her prize --
Hey, my man,
A Corona with lime.
Why, some wonder, has it come to this?
Having never been cultured to put up with shit
The answer self-evident: She's got nice tits --
Excuse me, my dear,
Some more wine?
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