Cunt Angst

The problem is no one will challenge them.
Girls that is.
Passing off page puke as poetry,
no one will call them on it.
Deep, deep prose about the batteries in their vibrators --
because they are so barren of imagination that nothing else can send them.
Nothing but repetitive shaking.
It sounds good.
"I don't need a man. I have a vibrator."
It sounds powerful, like she is strong.
Yet the vibrator has no imagination, will never surprise her, and comes with an off switch.
A college girls (and I mean girl) a college girls fantasy.
And more than she deserves.
I look at the excuse for a man you are "talking to" in the bar. No wonder you need a vibrator.

Oh she whines about how her borefriend fucked some other whore.
Fucked the whore on her pillow.
Called the whore by her name.
Because she is too young to understand.
She thought he loved her.
Because she is too young to know he just wanted to fuck her.
He called the other whore by her name because all whores look alike when you turn off the lights and fuck them from behind.
Just no man has had the balls to tell her that,
because they are all trying to get the lights off and fuck her from behind.
Now she's upset that men in bars want to take her home.
Leave the bar.
Don't dress like a slut.
Hell, talk to them.
Unless they are really drunk your personality will run them off.

Girls, and I mean girls, have "issues" with men trying to pick them up. Not realizing men are only attracted to them because they are judging their bodies. Once they discover the person inside -- that's when they fuck the second whore on the first whores pillow. One whore, two whore, three whore, four. Until a girl becomes a woman, she is just a whore.

Your immaturity is not freespirit.
Your bravado is not confidence.
You don't have a sense of adventure,
in fact anything which doesn't fit your mold causes you to tremble --
in fear, not anticipation --
for anything outside your past is too frightening for your future.
A meaningful conversation would lose you.
A deep felt emotion is beyond you.
A good orgasm would kill you.
Not that it would be a loss.
Your cookie cutter borefriend & your vibrator are more alike than you realize.

Go with the vibrator, it has more potential.
You're skinny and hollow.
You, your borefriend, your life -- all hollow.
At least the vibrator has batteries inside it.

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 2000
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