Whiskey bottles and
Beer cans
Reflect the stains
Smeared across
The red tank top
Of Sal
Sandpaper-faced and stinky
Sal
Ain’t no woman
Gonna keep him down
He’ll do as he
Pleases
Have no one judge his
Squeezes
Scratches
Laughs
Coughs
And anything else
He pleases
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