This is an open letter to Woman.
You been in drawers where i've followed
and showed Yourself in place after place
and i've smelled Your perfume as it passes
and i need You to know that when You
once or twice want to use me, i would
drop to the ground and do what You ask.
Why don't You ask -- why don't You simply
make me do it by looking -- by just crooking
Your finger, pointing at your floor spit
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