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Let us go then, you and I,

When the afternoon is spread out against the sky

Like a patient plastered on Mai-Tai’s

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of male cum-guzzlers in cheap saunas

And used condoms slathered in K-Y:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of lewd and depraved intent

To lead us to the usual question . . .

Oh, do not ask, “To be fucked?”

Let us go and make our visit.

In the room businessmen cum and go

Talking of the young studs they wanted to blow.

And so I entered that subterranean habitué of debauchery,

and didn’t wait long for a man to pleasure me.

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