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He’s been doing this for a while now and he realizes That men don’t get hard for him like they did when he was 12 He thought he was king of them He’d learned to make it pay off It hadn’t occurred to him then that time allows In all his tuneful turning So few and such morning songs The men in his life didn’t read him Dylan Thomas and anyway What can a 12yo make of Dylan Thomas So it’s work now He’s good humored about it Being a bitch wouldn’t help The inverse dynamic of cute and cooperative Has raised its ugly head Stuff he used to get out of with a frown He now does with a giggle The giggle suggesting, perhaps, the irony of compliance? The growing awareness that what once paid the bills Has become an addiction that Could get expensive hugzu ;-p ![]() |