I despise what I perceive as victims of circumstance,
Inserting big words to negate my own raping
Of anyone not bearing the mark of the king of the jungle.
I desire what I perceive as attention given in the wrong direction,
Flailing my arms about and touting my sensuality
To anyone who will click on you tube and stroke.
I demand respect that I haven’t earned,
Prancing and preening and honing my tongue
For use on anyone, really – it’s much more effective than a pen.
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