#ramp
Fate is a ***** — life's monologue.
It is not whim, only market-bred here.
The worn soles cling, blood in boots where
She yields her body to everyone.
"I don't want" is never heard here,
No rank, gender or weekday matters near,
Everyone's comfort matters greatly!
And an ergonomic ramp is ready and clear.
Love's not met here, end of search.
Only the iron bedsprings’ screech.
Want more? Get in line! "Enough!" —
No empty words, no "honor" speech.
Don't stall ze lyne! Move u bady from ze ramp!
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
we hid under the ramp when it rained
it was made out of splinters
and stained with graffiti
we sat and didn't speak
just looked at grey puddles on grey concrete
and dry grey stones under our feet
we waited because the ramp was a shield
battle scarred and wet
with graffiti that we made
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC
Do not aspire to be a ramp model,
Strive to be the perfect role model.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC