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in praise of cheating.

 in praise of cheating
    who hasn't cheated a bit? slid the office pen
   into the personal pocket, relished a piece of toast
   not on the diet, or when you monitor your progress
   shade the numbers just a fraction, and to cheat on your
   partner makes the sex much hotter, everyone cheats on their
   taxes, cheat on the test, cheat at cards, cheat your friend, cheat
   on the lover that you're cheating on your partner with, the
batter
   uses steroids, the boxer takes a dive, the broker makes insider
   trades. as a child you first learn the thrill of it, the ability to
   fool is so grownup, the deliciousness of risk, that you can put one
   over that you have the power to deceive, balanced by the shame of
   getting caught, heat rising to your face, what contempt we have for
   Nixon, a man who cheated even at golf, you have to cheat to
   know that utterly slimy feeling, you underhanded,
   deceitful, double-dealing wretch, you've brought
   dishonor to your race, how could you?
   really? how could you not? 
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Author:Natchez, Meryl
Publication:Atlanta Review
Article Type:Poem
Date:Sep 22, 2014
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