The Purist

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THE PURIST

Lewd
chuckling behind me
paused
my entrance for
a glance
at a frumpy
dog-faced woman
who knew the value
of a ticket.

"Film Commission,"
said she
to usher number three
and flashed
a red pass
as she pushed
ahead
of others who waited
for the skinny
flick.

Plopping
into her seat
she snickered
to her
companion
about the fun
in store.