In the land of Miss America
the greatest artist is Norman
Rockwell, the greatest writer
Jack Kerouac, but every
year we have a new most
beautiful woman w/ Bettie
Page as the Perennial Miss
Congeniality; bombshells do
come & go from Theda Bara
to Jean Harlow, but u can
always reach beneath the bed
& pull out those weird *******
pics that look like the Stone Age
& gleefully beat off to some one's
dead grandfather's grandmother
in a satin slip & panel bra tied
to a chair & gagged in fetish
stilettos & rayon stockings; or u
could please urself to some air-
brushed creation with name
recognition but who u'd like to
know down at the club, but there
u go, outdoors to scare up some
tail & all u get are junkies; where
are all the good ******? Did they
all die? ****** with hearts of gold;
yeh, they seemed like a dying breed
even in their heyday; just like gay
men, the hunks died off & left a
generation of transmen, ******
faded away & left behind victims.
