duties

some would say i’m a whore

for the way i

give it up under the covers

for a beer

a pack of smokes

a joint

all seem fair trade

for a taste of this body

i don’t give a fuck about

live and let die

this mortal coil

is simply the vessel of duty

eat drink shit smoke

but still it is

music to my ears

when the doorbell rings

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