Once Upon A Time
We met
This young Czech
The most beautiful woman
I’d ever seen
She said
Dance with me
I thought
Poor dear child
what a terrible fate
to have a face to make
angels weep
and every lecher who
lines each last inch of
your well-groomed
well-guarded streets
begs your meat
The sort of lip lines
the pale blush of the cheek
the cool blue eyes
that makes one feel woozy
without a drop to drink
who commands armies
in sighs
as she walks on by
with nary a wink
even as you crave for more
venom even through
her blatant lies
I thank my lucky stars
I’m not a boy or a lad
or particularly gentle
or a man
Because surely
I’d sing too of
her lullabies and sweet little cries
as she crushed me
with the pinkie
of her distant cousin’s
dog’s best friend
Penis envy
fucking please
I praise the gods every day
for the wisdom
of the pussy
y’all can’t ever seem
to see through true
Before it strings you up
and spanks your
pale pathetic
boldly bared
old hairy asses
