Charles Malcolm

My Modern Woman - Poem by Charles Malcolm

It does not matter
what chunk of flesh
between your thighs

The sounds
bouncing off of porcelain

The bloody
lipstick and cotton
on glasses and rims

It is the hunk
of shit
that sits
between your ears

that turns me off
the most

Crank my love
my life
my loyalty
into your polluted womb
and repugnant worldview
and churn out
of symetrical trash

and tell me

Topic(s) of this poem: women

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 25, 2015

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