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Thursday, November 28, 2019

the panties song

Her panties are a song
she wears under her clothes
no beat
no refrain
no verses
no lines
she'd be mortified, no
there should be no sign.
This song
is no hit
blaring forth to the world

it's a little-known b-side
everyone knows
- a favorite track
from the secrets and rarities
disc, released
after the band fell out with the label

and they just put out all the junk
they could get their hands on
from the private vault

in an obvious
and cynical cash-in.

No thought to
overexposure or reputation,

to things that really probably
should never see the light

of day. No, just shove it out
to the public - let it drop! Let
them lap it up

dross, treasures and all

obsessive fans moaning,
rolling-eyes in ecstasy fits
at these previously
(justifiably) hidden bits

of mad talent and integrity
exploited and exposed
for what they are:

a pair of panties. Different
every day, really

She digs this song
like the comforts of home.
Doesn't care who knows
or what they say.

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