He was a great traditionalist,
Preferring old fashioned forms of love;
“Bend over you fucking bitch,
And let me give my boat a shove”.
Of course he knew the ugly sisters:
Misogyny and misanthropy,
But they never knew his whispers
Or his fantasies.
Though he had a tenuous grip on his life
As it was,
Without the onset of disease,
And he wasn’t about to evolve
Just because
A virus was doing as it pleased.
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