BODY SHOP - Sonnet L'Abb Poems


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Your body’s got the wrong features?
Oh, wainh, wainh!

Its finish isn’t status tint?
You wanted
the other coupling link?

I don’t see a problem.
Gets you from A to B.
Has all the usual sensory
inputs and outputs.
And size is no indicator
of performance.

Why don’t you just take it
for a spin?
Once you get used to
how it drives, you’ll forget
you ever cared about
the bells and whistle.

And if you think your ride
has anything to do
with how easily you score,
well –

Who ordered it, then?
Doesn’t matter.
You can’t return it here.