for bravado,
to the heights of acclaim
of everyone's desire...
a kicked ball of father,
mother, community, and
the voyeuristic world
of a televised match.
Simmer on a playing field
of pinny, too demure
for a tackle, we were
taught to succumb,
and a Succubus was born.
In the afternoon math
of the locker room chatter,
a slut became the victor...
as the showered men of soap
wore rope, as their greatest rage.
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