Yesterday, it rained
and because it rained, I thought of you
truthfully
I was thinking about you
thinking about me
because I'm beautiful. And smart.
I don't shit
I don't even fart. And if I did
it would smell like the most exotic dew drenched yellow flower.
Do my perky breasts keep you in
a feverish state?
O poor soggy middle aged mothers
whose tits have been sucked
unto despair
I understand
that you desire
to be me.
I understand because I'm intelligent.
and beautiful.
yesterday
during the cold
rain that pissed on the world
in between licking envelopes
for the most successful candidate
and after a few risky fucks with a stranger
I thought about
you
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