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IMBECILE DEAR TO PARISIAN BIRD-WATCHER

So we're standing around outside the club
And I'd much rather be on the futon, making love
To the pile of notebooks all differently sized,
Music I can control without getting up
Coming from the mini Denon that fingers crossed
Still works like a Clydesdale, and
Beautiful girls much too young to have anything
But amusement at my diffident negative remarks
Are being shown straight in, and my honey,
My sweets, is making a show of solidarity
Though I know if we'd come an hour earlier
Or if she were by herself, at least one of us
Would be a willing participant in the dark
In there. I'm practically whirring. I'm like,
Oh well, doing breathing exercises.