For years you sucked and sucked And sucked, And you were goddam good at it, and it seemed That you'd go on sucking forever. You sucked enthusiastically, your bags filling Just as quickly as mine emptied, each time I turned you on. But one day you just stopped; I never asked why. I placed you by the curb this morning, Just an inoperable, suctionless shell, Still full of dust and semen.
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