the fat girl asked me to write a poem about her ***;
she was proud a mom of two she wanted to be told she was hot
& I did so and she liked it & I did it again;
I wrote a poem in the classical mode on a girl's ***
& we ended up dating for years;
the *** poem came to me as a child when I thought my *******
was a hole that pushed out of the **** left over in my stomach once the nutrients were
removed from the food I ate;
I understood at about three that food turns into ****;
I thought the **** was much more interesting
that the food since the food comes from far and wide &c. &c. but ****
goes out to the wide unknown ocean and becomes one w/ the earth until the earth turns into concrete & steel
how much **** has collected on the earth over the eons & how much food has been grown to feed everyone & everything thing; birds **** too oh don't we all know that
don't talk about ur evolution **** hasn't changed a bit