But there is a way, that is not to say
under the circumstances, she dances
to the sound of bells, tall and lithe, she sells
torn flags to defray the cost of hairspray
honest work for pay, never too clever
each man advances, what are the chances
real love, wishing wells, no one ever tells
ever expresses consent, no one meant
inkblots pressed ever impress to sever
symptoms from the mind, though she appears blind
ask around, how large her eyes grow, the spies
work, never to find whence they came, their kind
ask no questions, lies beneath each disguise
yet, she sees a fender dent, a coin bent
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