Obesity
Poverty
Feminity.
The ultimate trifecta of
Forbidden Identity.
An
object he pities
Or worse,
Say bruh, can I suck them titties?
Her
prized pal,
Perhaps
Hairdresser?
Decorator?
The plus size
Plus One
Always ready
Just for fun.
Comic
relief
Never the lead
When we get cut
Do we not bleed?
Blood
so thick
With triglyceride
Better learn to hide
So
big
Why can't you be small?
Until you're needed
Don't be there
At all.
If
you are
Butch
Or Fit
Or Rich
All these faggots
Will suck your dick.
Drunk
on Power
High on Fame
Everyone
Will know your name
You'll
be dead soon
That's just fine
Waiter, my margarita
Needs another lime
This poem, another rhyme.
Too
bad, we're
Out of time.
Poverty
Feminity.
The ultimate trifecta of
Forbidden Identity.
Or worse,
Say bruh, can I suck them titties?
Perhaps
Hairdresser?
Decorator?
The plus size
Plus One
Always ready
Just for fun.
Never the lead
When we get cut
Do we not bleed?
With triglyceride
Better learn to hide
Why can't you be small?
Until you're needed
Don't be there
At all.
Butch
Or Fit
Or Rich
All these faggots
Will suck your dick.
High on Fame
Everyone
Will know your name
That's just fine
Waiter, my margarita
Needs another lime
This poem, another rhyme.
Out of time.
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