Happiness goes underground
and so does the wish
inside the hand that shakes like a dog's tail
who's about to have dinner
over and over again
until little stomach bursts in ravishing storm of joy
nearly sexual with a cherry on top
but this one won't melt in your hand but your head
and in some bed you'll feel bad
after feeling so great
about biting the bait
not so late
but your mate...
your mate has a wig.
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