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George R. R.  Martin writes salacious bits
to lend his drama versimilitude
a tale devoid of sweat, and ass, and tits
would lack his ambiance and attitude
incestuous begettings in the dark
taint many pretty claimants to a throne
few women are as chaste as Lady Stark
to bear a king a son he's sure's his own
no telos motivates dynastic wars
no themes to elevate a reader's soul
an endless haggling for the fees of whores
as mercenaries back-stab for control
this Game of Thrones sells sex, and gore, and dread
as each new varlot swiftly turns up dead