My advice didn’t work
You tell me
To be honest
I never thought it would
I guess you need a certain charm to pull it off
Of which you are bereft
I imagine
Flirty jokes
Mutated into pervy innuendo
Subtle touches
to sleazy gropes
Sure-footed forwardness
to heavy handed forcefulness
I should never have let my advice out like that
Under such incapable supervision
Thrown back at me
Soiled and mistreated
Pale imitations of their beautiful selves
It wont happen again
I‘ll guard them.
And show them a good time
Some time
soon
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