A poetic short sword, to freely cut, chop or stab in hand-to-hand combat with my rats. (©, copyright, auteursrecht).
Pathetic,
Big girl, trying to fit
Your daughter’s size
Like it don’t matter
When held real tight
Feeling love and vibration
From your pulsating body
Smuthered with tendernez
Of warm heavy boobs
By who’s authority
Do you declare yourself
Unfit to love?
Shake it, babe
Fuck da fashion police!
You’re currently reading “Big Girl,” an entry on Gladius Poeticus
7.14.12 / 7pm
One word–yum…
7.14.12 / 7pm
Thanks, Susan! I hope the tender souls see it the same way; a case for plus size 🙂
7.15.12 / 12pm
Exactly! fuck the fashion police. Fuck the mall, Fuck them all!
7.15.12 / 12pm
Thank you! Let’s break the doctrine for one and for all!
7.15.12 / 5pm
Boom!
7.15.12 / 5pm
Beng!
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