my poetry isn’t up
to *****. I’m published
in magazines. I dance in the
buff. Don’t want advice that I
didn’t ask for from some high brow
old, fat ***** that has an itch
in her ****.

Don’t tell me
not to sing. I don’t have a record
out. But I'm high when I laugh than
pout. I've my YouTube channel and hundreds
of followers that I make happy.

Don’t tell me
to put my clothes
back on. I'm paid for my ****. I've
a smoking hot body that I
adorn. And I’m rocked by it. It’s
******* lit!