They called her Bussie, dumpie with acne
so nobody kissed her.
A matinee groupie who seldom saw a film.
The only tenderness she knew was
when she gave 'her boys' fellatio.
As the lights went down, so did Bussie.
Oh, so gently,
to callous thrusting intermixed
with muffled laughter.
When the film ended Bussie would arrange
herself and smile sweetly at her boys.
But nobody kissed her.
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