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I Could Have My Seculsion and My Sex Too
by Francine DuBois
for C.C. DeVille
he's dirtied an awful lot of dishes this week,
Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version -- Inspiration
splurging by eating his taco bell on a real plate,
and he's just now caught up on his laundry.
this whole solo thing wasn't exactly his cup of tea
(and he even had to make tea for himself now).
yet he's not lonely. he simply wants a "helpmeet,"
as he liked to call it--the Christian girls were suckers
for that term--to clean up his house. he could find his
sexual gratification elsewhere: a mistress, his secretary,
online, or on the toilet after his exhausted wife falls asleep,
tired from scrubbing the bathroom floor with his toothbrush.
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