Needles dance along my arms
tapping a bold tatoo
Shirley the old hooker
purses her lips, blows a bubble
Be careful man
the bubble says
be careful
She doesn't know a thing
about the horse
or the monkey
I wave good bye, the bubble pops
the needle slips in fast
as nightime in the tropics
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Again, you have enchanted me with your talent for poetic storytelling, and if anyone deserves gold, darling, it is you. Love, Madame X

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