Vise Sales, Vice Sails [CombatWords Poem, February 11, 2011]
The purchase one dare not speak or name
Has purchased the fullest claim,
All secrets, its blame.
Cats devour the sea by ounce;
Rubs the pole in buxom dollar bounce.
Speak me so horny, yowl in the heat;
Star in a movie conceit:
Plasma from starbeats.
One's pulse is divided
By molecules blood provided
And needles injected. Sharps. Junk-sided
Sails through the veins to pleasure, pain.
Sales through the brain to leisure, strain.
Sail all our sales; our treasure's slain.
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