How meta is the term for men
who think that conjugation
is a game to play, a score, a win,
no sense of the relation.
But I prefer to think instead
they are pianos in their heads
their stories circular, full of holes,
the same sour notes played
in their rolls;
and in anachronistic style
they strut, and preen, and leer their smiles,
a wooden stand-up, wound and played
by the very system that gets them laid.
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