Unstrap my belt, to ease a tummy puffed by endless soda bottles, consumed with that import from the iron curtain....vodka....makes me remember of the days when my chest used to puff with pride,once......under the belt, no credentials to boot for......
Peel the shirt off and the sweat smells worse than the despair i live through.
I can see the heart throb under the skin....reminds me,however thick-skinned i get, theres a heart that'll be visible, always.......
A heart that i answer to and a heart that answers....
That it nestles on the left side of my chest is a reminder of the fact that heart is not always on the right side....
but atleast i am concious of this fact, unlike the herds for whom paying loans of time, getting the foals' homeworks done on time and running the rat race in the sewers where i empty my bowels, is the most critical meaining of life......
Drop down the pants and the eyes,like programmed robots,those arseholes make, automatically move to the shape my limpid genitals make with the french plagiarism.
Evolution put man on the podium of this earth's hierarchy but the animal instincts managed to remain pristine from the postulates of a bearded, church oppressed weirdo.....
Apprenticeship, in the ways of the world for ages, but a simple exercise of stripping off my clothes seems more enlightening.....
now i know, why those women go back to their jobs, every night, in the casinos and brothels of vegas........
now i.......do know....
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