Here and there in my poetry the stray gratuitous word will appear-- low-brow, shocking, clearly uncalled for-- when I can't think of anything better, and I need the syllables for rhythm. Please disregard these lapses. My muse is a whore, and this is what happens when she's almost out of cigarettes.
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