our very own relay race

come meet

being dragged off on view

like meat on the slab

feeling the perverse pleasure

the new lover

meeting the old boy

put out to pasture

unsteady on his feet

& I’d flex my face muscles

suggesting

I got this from here son

though there is always

the wonder

who will be along soon

to greet me

carry the baton

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