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Spyware
In my dream, you orbit me like sputnik
strategically spy on me in bed
I skulk from omnipresent eye
wear tin foil around my head
I transmit encrypted signals
to girls all fluff and flame
futile, flirtatious messages
to unsuspecting dames
you penetrate my mindware
decipher my transmission
then thwart my infidelities
and wreck my disposition
I counterstrike with firewall
to harden my defense
reprogram my advances
with software so intense
all foiled, I drink insanely
to smother my desire
I flee your pernicious spyware
that exposes cheat and liar
suddenly I am woken
from dream and carnal lust
you look upon me, broken
our relationship in dust.
Randy Hurst
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