On airplanes and in bars,
You beg me to steal from you
Like a virgin in a farce.
I will try on your tears in the mirror tonight
But discard them on my floor,
Too flimsy, too lacy for my taste.
Your open mouth full of ten-dollar words like gold teeth,
Your life’s passion in ideas, unchained,
You flaunt in the furs and feathers of your need.
With silent instruments
I fondle open your sense of self-worth
As it quivers to be plundered.
If you remember me at all,
Tell your fellow travelers of your prodigal submission-
Tell your friends what a Good Listener I am.

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