the bank manager
those extra three inches,
that 20% increase in girth,
those 18 hours of
chemically induced
extended pleasure
come courtesy of
the overdraft sanctioned by
the bank manager whose
smug image comes to mind
at the most ecstatic and
inappropriate moments
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