Hues of Human
Turned the search engine
Into a private brothel
Free of fees
And the need to please.
Blamed it on the drinking,
The accelerated lustful thinking
That appears whenever despair
Disguises itself as hope.
Careful to delay climax
‘Til every fantasy has been explored,
Clicking then picking then sticking them away
In my reservoir of blushing memories.
The itch was scratched
Before being snatched
By the inverse ratio
Of just-right to never-enough.
Didn’t clap for the performance
Since they might as well have been robots
Despite the hues of human
Briefly surfacing in their hollow eyes.
Author: Sam Hendrian
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