of the D.C. madam
There go the golden days, the loving nights.
You know where all the bodies are buried.
They take you out to the garage to hang
you by your neck. Their names are in the book
they knew you would turn back on them. The girls
did what you wanted. You needed to pay.
(18 April 2013: II)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander
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