long ago; in many lifetimes past,
there lived a lonely snooch in the
middle of the big forest; she looked
out of her hutch at the big world
around her, her little head peeping
above the brush she sees the navel
up north over the hill of tummy &
southward the world divides in two
ending w/ the ten-toed pair of feet
that smell of stinky sneakers & once
a month for about a week she has to
wear a mask to hide her string; or to
hold her pad b/c blood leaks & other
snooches tell her about the penises
they've been seeing *[describing
something like a hot-dog *******
a bun]*; but the brave snooch told
them what she wanted most was
another snooch, a different aroma,
maybe more wrinkly or bald; the other
snooches weren't at all appalled; 'She's
been reading Sappho again,' they said
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
long ago; in many lifetimes past,
there lived a lonely snooch in the
middle of the big forest; she looked
out of her hutch at the big world
around her, her little head peeping
above the brush she sees the navel
up north over the hill of tummy &
southward the world divides in two
ending w/ the ten-toed pair of feet
that smell of stinky sneakers & once
a month for about a week she has to
wear a mask to hide her string; or to
hold her pad b/c blood leaks & other
snooches tell her about the penises
they've been seeing *[describing
something like a hot-dog *******
a bun]*; but the brave snooch told
them what she wanted most was
another snooch, a different aroma,
maybe more wrinkly or bald; the other
snooches weren't at all appalled; 'She's
been reading Sappho again,' they said
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