where lubricity
fails - in each and every sense
you will itch madly
itching isn’t bad
in itself but won’t help make
discomfort’s amend
the sadly missing
beat is why the deed ends in
such piecemeal scratching
an irony in
its perverted pretension
laughs at you always
so we keep greasing
to salve the slave of reason’s
courtly dignity
© 24 October 2014, I. D. Carswell
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