7200
(a quid pro quo
plug for
zaftig women)
women that tip
weigh ling
needle to spin
vicious circle
akin to puppy
chasing
her/his tail
or require
digital scale,
at the extreme
alt right
registering heavy
ba Jill 'en
Jack knifed
pail loads
whether young or
old ought
to be appreciated
not waifer thin
self starved
as a rail,
instead they
suffer unfair injustice
like a trapped
quivering quail
thus this
fatalistic, generic,
and holistic
landlubber
wanted to
point head lee
hammer home
one secure
heterosexual
bondage
stronger than
omnipotent
Marcy's Playground
weather
beaten pail
Trent Reznor's
sixty 9 inch
rust free
steel nail
into the
coffin of bias
against bevy
of beautiful babes
within the mind
of this male,
who inherited
genetic predisposition
for being average,
hearty and hale
yet feel compassion
for those engaged
in an ongoing
with battle of
the bulge,
hmm... perhaps
hiding ample bosom
akin to milky
sopping wet grail
or accepted
unequivocally
themselves
without envy
of lithesome women,
who seem
to possess flair
with nary a flail
yet possess
much love
to avail,
and tis wise
to love oneself
unconditionally
despite premium
aesthetics
considered svelte
which mass media
accentuates
de facto spelt
definition of
femininity aka
runway models
donned in
faux animal pelt
whose deliberate
self exhibition
prompts madding
crowd of man
to waggle tongue
with slack jaws
as if ready to melt
popsicle at
instantaneous
signal
telepathically felt
drop drawers upon
removing blackbelt.
