The weaker gender has always been masculine;
intent spread taut across leg and limb
so thick that form itself is lost.
Now the feminine is more than purty:
it has give -- not in that dickdreams way
but in artful curves from head to toe.
A pearl that'd be trapped between breasts
would roll right off a chest. And men don't mind,
since a pearl should've never been there.
You want to see the definition of cringe?
Go up to one of those manly men, the one
who is straight but works out at Gold's anyway,
benches three hundred, does squats,
'til veins spring from his forehead
and inform him of his beauty
not as if he were Adonis or penis
or anything but an after rainfall rainbow
in the eyes of a wide-eyed child.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
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