Calcutta cutlass

Golden brown hair, and a pompous silhouette

she strutted along the East Coast

one night, in a bar downtown

she broke the bartender’s nose

with a bottle opener and a terrible lager

and carried me into her bed

then beat me around me

with a whip made of sass

in a polka dot dress

and minimal mess

she was the Calcutta cutlass.

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