Haiku

fifty for your cunt
and there is no part of you
I will not open

or:

fifty for your cunt
there's no secret of your flesh
I can't penetrate
 
do you see the strings?
the puppet knows not the hand
that arouses it
 
Strings, ropes, straps and chains
All used by the puppeteer
To control the doll.
 
life’s a Beach, they say,
I think they’re overrated,
Sunburn and sand flies!
 
What's the phrase, again?
"Pride goeth before a fall?"
Baton flaw. DQ.
 
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