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[braincancer]

My body is a temple
so keep your genitals away from me.
Me, who logs long hours
heeping masses upon his shoulders
hauling great brundles up the face of a hill
all for a varuca shake
and a vitamin pill.
Tall, broad shouldered older gent
led her genitals to swet
and let her little head forget
about her driver for tonight.
Me, who sat at the bar
drinking water watching the big screen television, yawning
but Oh the embarasment, Oh the despair
as I sat tired eyed in my tall wooden chair.
Shall I shuck a heaped sack
across my shoulders and back,
for a hike, up to the
oscular knoll, to the hiringman's shack to unleaden my load?
Lord, the encouragement I'll receive there.