After he has fondled the hateful sacks that are her breasts
He blows sweet kisses into the darkness of her womb
Ignorant of the barren wasteland between her thighs
And she keeps it all to her self as she wraps overworked legs
Around his narrow waist and he waits for his empty suitcase
His glory, for his bombs to land on the empty twister that is her skin
She keeps from him this dark secret; red and shrivel
Like an angry nipple, but red he does not see
Even as his eyes roll in their sockets he sees only his favorite color:
Yellow, the color of fools and madmen
But there is nothing yellow about the girl, she has no hope
Her body is a nation ruled by idiocy and her foreign policy can't hide
Beneath stupid eyes and a straight nose and a strong back
There is no hiding when self hate so easily bleeds through
Not when the eyes change color and flame orange
In vain he has now given so much, the stupid little boy
He takes with him worn shoes and bronzed jeans, oblivious
Dumb sperm cannot fill shallow cavities
And cannot change black lungs and sharp teeth and an empty stomach

 
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