to the one on the cover of the men’s magazine
keep your boobs out there in that impossible world
they look good under that glittering sun and those enticing palm trees
though obviously fake they make absolute sense
in an engorged with wealth but starved of humanity kind of way
I’ve got enough problems on my plate
with hospital bills out the ass
and a balloon payment due on that PayDay loan
I can’t afford any of your half naked reality
in my world your golden tatas of temptation
stick out like the burning bush in a barren desert
I know better than to listen when they talk to me
keep those holy mounds out there in the land of action movies
where the dicks are small and the air is toxic
I’ll spend my last ten bucks on lottery tickets instead
Horror Sleaze Trash 