Looking up from the struggling hordes of ugly
People who have no thoughts of your unique
Perspective. A crawling Chinese dragon
Weaving, shaking, and snorting fires, vaguely
Trying to show contempt for your mystique.
Your puffy lips command my attention,
Recognize the hollow, flat existence
Parading below you as meaningful
Cultural experience. I love your disdain,
Your apathy, the depth you evidence
With your shaded curves and so bountiful
Fullness. Why can’t they see? I can’t explain
Your tempting lures to them. I’ll continue
to thank the gods of marketing for you.
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