He was a vapid varlet,
a menial victim of vice and venery,
and a Pavlovian impulse
that haunted his vecordious state of mind,
his vile obsession with sex,
except in those vacuous, vexatious moments
when he defused his vociferous vulgarity
to display a surprising velleity…………
toward his venerated viol and virginal
or when he mustered the vim and vigor
to venture into volleyball.
Though he craved his vichyssoise,
he nearly died of a vitamin deficiency;
some said a virus or veedee.
Then one day he vanished on a vaunted visit
to Venice or Valencia or Tel Aviv or
in a coup d’etat in Venezuela.
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