Humiliation PicturesSamuel Wharton
(after C. Dale Young, George Szirtes, & Cole Porter) You think I'm lying. I'm not lying. If I'm the bottom, you're the top, the foppish parakeet-eyed soldier with the dog. A derelict motel & a shabby room. I sold your likeness for a quick poll on usefulness. Turns out I'm useless. If I'm your favorite game, I'm Risk. The walls soak up our language. The ceiling drips it. You're so risque. Briskly, you strip my continents of their use, put your boot down hard on my base, its basest ambitions. If I'm humbled, it's at your feet. A sheet snakes across the headboard. The loop we tape won't be your basic hardcore. If I'm to have hope, you too must have hope. You think I'm lying? I'm not that smart. I've always been more sleeve than heart.
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