Epigram

Long hair, endless curls trained by the devoted
" Artistry" of a stylist beyond the call of
Nature, do nothing for me. What I like's a
Boy's body hot from the park, all grimy
And the sight of his flesh rubbed down with oil.
Nice, and artless; none of the pretty " enchantment"
Laid on by your merchants of the romantic.
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