#dyke poems

6 poems containing #dyke
Dry Vaginas; they surely belong to mammals with clearly corrupt character"If you don't wanna' lick my vagina that's fine, but don't attack my character." Said the lesbian in the reality TV show. ! / She's holding a red plastic cup, slurring like a drunk. She is profound. If I called her gay I think she'd say "Fuck you, fag. I'm a dyke." I might point out that fags and dykes are gay; she, perhaps, would then remind me that after Katelynn or katelinn or however Bruce spelled his new name for a brief period in 2016 LGBT had a Q added to the tail-end... but 4 letters is the max allotment for tagging a community and the Q simply took the splash and the roll off the LGBT brand... / ... and thus the Q was dropped; and thus the order of the world restored; and thus, on the very last minute of the 6th day, the Lord's final gift to man and life in general on planet earth was a raging douchebag in the form of a drunk lesbian educating us all on the fine merits of keeping one's vagina wet BECAUSE a dry vagina can only belong to - nay! exist as far as the reality star would have you believe... vaginas exist onto themselves, though science has deduced with unquestionable Puritan certainty - despite the very Words Written by The Very Good Lord's Hand himself in The Holy Bible as Interpreted by the Most Wholly Holy Puritanical preacher preaching from Jerusalem to L.A. itself - Vaginas (cap the V, it's a she and she's a noun) most definitely and defiantly belong to mammals only; However should they be dry then said mammal most-probably has a questionable reputation and a clearly corrupt character.
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