F**k a Title

Hey girl! F**k the dick protection.

I want to bake bread from your yeast infection.

My seduction leads to reproduction,

Provided I don’t drink and my dick will function.

Don’t worry ‘bout that. We’ll be optimistic.

Now dress like a tramp in your brightest lipstick.

I like the clown girls, and if you’re down girl

I’ll lift up the dress part of your ballroom gown, girl. ;)

Said you got a boyfriend. Well, that guy’s a creaton.

I’ll call up my boys and leave that a*****e beaten.

It’s not that I’m too good to get my own hands dirty.

I’ve been saving my fist for you because you’re worthy. ;)

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

It's sad that some really do lead lives in tunnel vision and some video-game version of human connection. Laugh, cry, shake your head. When they're in power, we're fucked. At least in your vision, there'll be some bread to go around. I tend to drift towards McCarthy's "Road" with humans being kept as cattle.

creaton=cretin, "beatin'" may fit your rhyme scheme better. :-)

[Emily B]

so glad to see you are inspired