there was a woman once met named digress, she posed less going on in her head than was the size of her custom-made… (well, you know the rest…), she’d watched ads in desire of thoughts to great fire, deciding finally to put all her worries to rest: on her back they abide her a serious role lifting much higher held up better than previously required til came a dimpled up dent: then a mess! uneven the havoc adjusted for atmospheric resistance always forgotten: she’d placed bets on this liberated singular test: to be me I must take advantage of tomorrow or settle on sorrow; as without to be regarded far less.
it began with a woman we’ll call gloria; shoulder to shoulder with other female warriors became set on turning women into men not knowing how eventually all catches up [without] balance society will be silenced: destruction always leads to the end. oh, the cost! when intuition’s lost in the damper of out of control – yeah, the rest of them following hysteria: (remember: after gloria came): I am woman, hear me roar in a clamorous noise, naming each cause yet defined against boys and by the end of the gig, we were calling them chauvinist pigs(!)til most turned to mush and let their lust rust to become only a way to get in.
while days passed away, strangers became of the women we once were before; professional men convinced all of them right there and then of the process to make things female again: bigger is better and looks great in sweaters; and soon mass production began; lop-sided (oops) and leaks on the loose… geeze!, even with all of this proof, they kept coming in droves at the door asking for more; [is when] thousands of them called an esquire named Les who took on the cause of this huge mess and filed an action to suit all the trouble been known – a classy attorney always wins…
hmmm (thought les) – with all of this money there’s currently plenty for my daughter, my wife, and my mistress to each have implants in them.
@ 10/21/2013 by kpw