my roommate tells me that actually it can get you on the *** offender registry for ******* in a hammock. she and her boyfriend were apparently goinβ at it like chinchillas, like two teenagers made out of nothing limbs and first times and urgency, when the parker ranger shined a flashlight on them. she tells me how officer told them to be more careful next time, as she nervous sweat through her deodorant, clammy palms and stutter heartbeat as she had to fish her bra from the bottom of the tree trunk. and how ****** is it that two kids trying to stumble through love with no training wheels can become *** offenders for wanting to feel july on their skin, but rapists can sit in class next to me? move in next me to? hold positions of power over me? how ****** is that that can happen and this country can elect a man who wants to grab half of us by the *****? see, america has always been a hypocrite with her ankles crossed like a martyr. she will punish you not for injustice, but for indecency.
hello anyways CUPSI really is that ***** and my creativity feels renewed af, here's something i wrote in a workshop where we were given eight minutes and 6 words we had to use in the poem