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fucking joe mccarthy

when it was over
i felt like i had been fucking joe mccarthy
dissected as he entered
my life and body
digging things up
as i’m black balled
he made love like a man
looking for something contrived
accused me of being a communist
he rubbed me red in all the right places
once calling me a god damned nazi
for my choice of utilitarian accessories
black leather boots and wallet
he plays a villain on film
complete with the hottest kisses on earth
and a toe fetish
but make no mistake
you must behave
as if
the man’s asshole is the door to a tea party

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