Neurodivergent here. All the disgusting things I do or think on display. Wail away. |
Since The Bustier Show (post 90s music icons) by Anonymous Misogynist Show your boobs or let the girl who can actually sing take the stage younger, prettier, corruptible we hope and imagine defile as easily as you our balls are not on the idiomatic table but your breasts we need on a platter if you insist introducing the next song entice our base desires with the most revealing gear (or nothing) or maybe that songbird in wing shadowed duets as you jiggle and cavort in theatre of our minds? take over base imagination scenarios project sweetly vulgar — fantasy mix with rhythm a composition pairing us with you or let her sing innuendo veiled All-American teen, beauty Queen with you as dominatrix. Maybe, that was too much. What video next? ‘hot boobs teen singer’ hashtag hashtag hashtag hashtag + + + + Is this really for free? Baited, government keeping tabs on me? 3.8.23 3.28.23 edit, add last lines This poem was not good. Written alone on a Wednesday at work while stocking door knobs. It can get more pornographic. Warming up. A book is coming…I keep telling myself…as all kinds of arbitrary deadlines near & pass…like blaring traffic. So, there’s that. A book is coming…I keep telling myself…as all kinds of arbitrary deadlines near & pass…like blaring traffic. So, there’s that. |