A poem about fetishes.
what is it exactly, inside of me
that makes me want to impregnate every girl that i see?
“some male bullshit” – i hear your decree,
but what makes a woman fill up a jar with her own pee?
in the nom of the potty
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molly & larry: the complete series
pick it off
A poem.
the olive-coloured pant tells all.
even Justin Bieber can’t refute a rebuke
to this single truth
although you might catch him being proud –
especially the times when Hailey is around.
Those Baldwins are known to run afoul.
every nerve, every tendon –
enough visual information
to make a guy think he’s got you pegged.
a lighter-hued pant makes us less well-behaved
in public
while we stare at everything below the waist
that we can save for later in your wake
of our own partner’s haste.
their lust was such
“A short, illustrated story about the author’s fantasy come to life, albeit with a realistic ending.”
post malone schemes in zalman king dreams
A poem.
another tale of misery and woe.
walking in a department store and what do i see?
at the end of aisle three,
at eye-level staring back at me, personally?
a giant picture of a hot woman’s ass on the box for an elliptical machine.
the power of publicity.
so i’m standing there, ogling,
trying to figure out what it means:
how did her lower body get to look so lean?
squat-lifting lumber? genes?
maybe she was hiding some cellulite i couldn’t see?
and let me tell you, she was under some pretty heavy scrutiny –
twelve-year-old me would be hiding behind a clothing rack
grinding off on some slacks,
that chick is stacked!
theory of a daskeman 