Just Fill In the Numbers Later

I will be forever in your debt, dear woman,
If you would turn your lovely face away
From those computer screens. I need
Insurance not at all. I have some. I'm
Just pinching pennies. What I feel I truly
Need is someone's most compelling face
And hair and form set out for me, upon
A platter, you could say. An office chair
Also would do. Plug in the numbers that
You want. I'll pay a higher premium.
Just prove, or lead me to believe, that
I'm not someone ripe for fleecing, and you
Don't intend to fracture all my joints to suck
My marrow in the fashion of the ones
Who've hired you. You'd like me whole.
You'd like to have me come at five to take
You to the art museum. Afterward, and,
After brandies, you could toddle home
With me, discreetly mute regarding
Liabilities, deductibles, in order to put
Me at ease, and leave me in your debt.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-26 at 01:25

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
What a vivacious fantasy! Love it!