They didn’t need to work by stealth

            Or wield a gun

 

            Being smart and more than pretty and

            Inseparable as

            Vice and virtue

 

            They merely had to lie in wait

 

            For guys who,

            Tending towards the misinterpretation of

            Design for luck,

            Would sacrifice their salted souls

            To play

 

            That night I found myself

            Performing somersaults

            To show that I agreed

            With everything they said and did

            Wholeheartedly

 

            I anticipated in reward a knowledge

            Never known before

            Exceeding twofold in degree

            At least

            The weightless joy of being

            Conscience-free

 

            They pounced by disappearing . . .

 

            In their double bedroom mirror

            Having little to admire,

            Though lots of time,

            I reflected much much less on gullibility

            Than dashed desire