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cabaret continental
there was a sort of jaded muttering
coming from the mouths of those
spectators sat there waiting
as the curtain slowly rose
they had a rhythm of precision
like an almost perfect machine
two bodies in a motion
with a precision seldom seen
and they breathed in harmony
as they performed an act of sex
each one more than certain
of which action came next
until at the appointed time
their pager beeped to ten
when their performance ended
and they rolled apart again
the audience clapped politely
sitting passively there
until the lights dimmed for
the next performing pair
the waiters served so discretely
and tried hard not to be seen
as a reprise of highlights past
flowed on the giant 3D screen
coming from the mouths of those
spectators sat there waiting
as the curtain slowly rose
they had a rhythm of precision
like an almost perfect machine
two bodies in a motion
with a precision seldom seen
and they breathed in harmony
as they performed an act of sex
each one more than certain
of which action came next
until at the appointed time
their pager beeped to ten
when their performance ended
and they rolled apart again
the audience clapped politely
sitting passively there
until the lights dimmed for
the next performing pair
the waiters served so discretely
and tried hard not to be seen
as a reprise of highlights past
flowed on the giant 3D screen
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cabaret continental
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