This poem celebrates the body and absurdity — humor, irony, and eccentricity merge into a metaphor for liberated identity. What seems incompatible becomes art. It’s a feast of self-expression, where even the bathroom tiles take part.

This is a poetic stab right into the face of snobbery. The ball isn't a pinnacle of taste — it's a dull parade of tired roles. The author isn’t just an observer — he's a saboteur, slicing through salon etiquette with a rhyme like a blade.

This poem turns chaos into choreography. With sharp rhythm and wild imagery, it captures a woman’s unapologetic command of her reality — from taking love “on a pencil” to ordering tempo in an Uber. Nothing is sacred, everything is hers to remix. Even Pi and mimosa salad. It’s not just rebellion — it’s style as survival.

This poem paints the layered myth of a woman — a matryoshka doll wrapped in irony, sensuality, and domestic symbolism. Beneath humor and culinary metaphors lies a vivid assertion of ****** autonomy. The female form here is not hidden or shamed — it shines, playful and defiant, like an emerald sun in the desert. A subtle yet potent manifesto of body as a right — to own, to enjoy, to radiate.

This poem is a blend of post-irony and anarchic pleasure. It embraces the body, indulgence, and decadence, turning them into an operatic celebration of desire. The body here is not passive — it devours, dominates, and plays. ****** freedom becomes the right to choose, to enjoy, and to command one’s own pleasure.

This poem plays with ironic desire and mythic chaos. The female figure here is a wild goddess of the mirror world — unpredictable, sensual, and entirely her own. With a shot of liquor and a whirlwind of curtains, she claims her individuality unapologetically. This is a celebration of being vivid, defiant, and alive.

This poem is about women breaking free from domestic routines — the kitchen, the carpet — and stepping into the night in pursuit of their own summit. They are no longer "interior decor," but active agents. Every step across the rug is a step toward themselves.