outside, she is slim and pretty
as a black labrador
with shorts and shaved legs
attracting onlooker’s stroking
at least, in the secret cave
of his mind and soul
craving for that illicit sleeping
when his wife is out of town
but constantly she runs
into her hiding as a crab
running into the crab-hole
unaware of her missing claws
taking cover under a law
that is tilted towards lies woven
and spiced with that sacred
sympathy for the she species
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