Not Just An Act

And your shut-up-shop expose
was foot-dust to me.
"I bite nails on your say so," I profess,
"aloha to Benson & Hedges".
What can be more nerve-raw
than a blubbersome gigolo on stage?

From the front row
I have stripped bare the lot,
shrivelled back face-corroding tears.
In all my resistance
the effemenate prowess
supercharges its spirits.