A little context. This was written some years ago (March 2015), and this post drafted a few years ago too. Kept delaying it. Some may argue it should have stayed delayed.
Suit up. Time for some boldness.
Getting it up
She skirted the back of the line
By sharing her pussy
A fuck per rung
They claimed.
A trade off
Fair to some
A prehistoric sexual night crawl
Drawing scorn
In this modern era
In this modern era
And equal adoration
As stretch free flesh
And perky breasts
Requires no explanation.
So the armies of one and ten
Ogled and idolised
As her swaying hypnotised
The way it’s been done for
millennia
The division soon erupted
All weighing in
Especially other women
Who felt she was undermining her gender
Many men agreeing
Especially other women
Who felt she was undermining her gender
Many men agreeing
While casting a wide net
Only solace in the knowledge
That someone
Gets to ride the gravy train home
And discover the short ecstasy
And ultimate emptiness
Of the penultimate game
Come full circle.
No different now
Than it ever was
After all, the state of the female union
Wasn't hers to shoulder.
After all, the state of the female union
Wasn't hers to shoulder.
So she shuffles onwards
Whatever her motivation
Not privy to you and I
Only the rung
Who feels the weight of her foot
On the way up.
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