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Aroused


 

It's 6:14 a.m.

The couple in the upstairs

apartment are fucking

 

I'm afraid the ceiling is going

to cave in and they are going

to land on top of me

 

Perhaps I'll make them

a spot of coffee made from

my Keurig Kahlua cups

 

Their bed sounds like someone

is turning a rusty screw

 

They are screwing, but not

with a screwdriver unless you

consider my neighbor's penis

a type of screwdriver

 

His wife's labia are 2x4's

and he's working feverishly

to bind the wood together

 

Together they are playing

with wood

 

Maybe they are building

a deck with which to have

summer parties and barbecues

where they are surrounded

by Samoan tiki torches

 

I bet the Tiki god would

get a kick out of watching

them offer their fucking

as a sacrifice to his tikiness

 

Now I have a headache

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