As he pushed and
as he prodded, everywhere beneath
A bit of a scrub and
polish, and then he let me go
Back again in
another year, my ivories they do glow
As I lay prone in
his chair, I broke out in a sweat
Does this make
you nervous, my answer was “you bet”
But I endured it
for an hour, then I got to pay a fee
Some perverted
kind of torture, you’d think it might be free
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