classroom repression

hello who's that on the other end.. temptation!?!

thank the maker it's winter right now

and all the girls keep their good parts

wrapped up in tight sweaters,

so the finer points are accented

while restricting the unsightly folds

brought on by Girls' Night Cheesecake Slumber Parties

to out of sight out of mind status.

in segregated groups,

we paw through whatever bottom barrell excrement

they were able to deface a piece of paper with

in between bouts of funneling their boyfriend's essence

and downing enough shots of liquor so sweet

even the Twinkie Kid's teeth would fall out.

they talk about Twilight and other masterbatory fantasies

they indulged themselves in over a month's abscence;

i ponder slicing my wrists

in an offer to David and Michael

that their powers may be nourished a little longer

before they end up in forgotten catacombs

placed firmly above the casket of Bela Lugosi.

 

Author's Note

this turned out different that i intended. not sure if it's finished or what or something or blah...