okay confess do you own a teddy do you want one like me had you never heard of the will to delude how one's feeble attempt at look professional vanish in the jiggle jangle of his junk pure-bright fuck of my fingers rubbing down to my knee the loser in a mesh of brazilian wax bloom matching shorts simply knotted and crocheted evil white bra school nicely rounded life in prison yesterday for at least a c cup as in christmas but with a lot more sperm

as he grew older he rejected traditional panties if you buy the ones i’m wearing predictably bound in the face of our common tormentor and lost our way in short a man that deserves to be on knees next to this tyrannical impulse itself the most childish and cum-knuckles wearing the new economy on our sleeves like a deranged alley cat ascribing it’s libidinal rage to a ideological crusty patch of dried semen a kind of strange sentimental souvenir of the encounter in the back of a limo a nasty stain that took months of antibiotics to shake the fuck-and-you-shall-be-free portrait of ludwig van beethoven  (from free doll inside-- a poem i'm working on)