Friday, August 8, 2014

Sinning with the Green Thing Once Again

They spied you on your dingy sheets,
sinning with the green thing once again.
What’s it got to do with them?

Cyber side-show sex, you guess:
prying eyes are no surprise.
Privacy’s long-gone:

everybody knows what’s going on:
flipping out on pics and vids:
smart-phones all around.

Count on being found.
Vain to try to fake it.
Live as if you’re naked.

Give it to the thief.
Could be a relief.


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