Friday, June 15, 2018
Sister and Man
-I can only help you with
First-String Women.
-All boney ones?
-Afraid so, and proudly!
-Looking for some flesh.
-We’re emphatically not! Disgusting!
-Why would anybody desire such
a pukey body?
-We do! And by lengths unknown by you
except in cheering football!
-Modern slavery dictated by a stable
of Andres. Andre T. or T. Andre etc.
All the same! Woman haters!
-They love and wish to BE us!
-Have you ever answered them?
-Too busy making sure our weirdo
physiology doesn’t gain weight
from the very air!
-What’s the difference? Your life is
not worth living!
-Watch TV. We Climb Mountains
and make up our faces mid gurus
and icy snow!
-Why there?
-In that atmosphere we stink less.
Labels: anorexic, female psychology, Health, ideal body, sex, thin, weight
Saturday, August 23, 2014
The Beautiful Woman
Tired of the attention, disgusted really, and, skipping
the makeup that morning, puts on her grungiest sweater
and jeans.
The test fails when she passes the construction workers
after exiting the Lexis.
Instead of individual calls, though, just one slamming sound
like a wall falling.
Once she’s in Starbucks the Baristas stare so, they bump each
other assembling cappuccinos.
But Desko Ho Muchanols approaches her mezzanine table with
a proposition.
Business. She eventually accepts, and is now Queen of the
Hellgora Tribe in Exile.
Picked up every morning in a limo, and the driver is forbidden to
look at her.
She catches him peeking in his mirror. “Do it again, Motherfuck,
and I’ll get you fried!”
Queens can be vulgar, though very very occasionally.
She eats mostly chocolate now, and is gaining tremendously.
The tribe loves this. “More more more!” is begged of her.
Their Goddess, Samolist, having been many stones.
Labels: beauty, chocolate, Goddess, Queen, Starbucks, Tribe, weight
