Ode to a Condom

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I think I know --

I'd rather go without you though,

And Plunge into an un-lined bed

Without a Harness on my head.

How else can it be proved to me

She loves me unconditionally?

To be a man of honor pure

Is not to doubt, but thrust in her --

I mean -- "trust."

This item appeared in the Backpage section of the October 13, 1995 issue.

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