Today’s entry is Day 3 creation for the OctWriPoMo. It diverges from the daily prompt. I started writing it last week, on the day Hugh Hefner died. Please note it is not for readers under the age of 18.
“Life is too short to be living somebody else’s dream,”
A titanic red velveteen heart
Is strewn with pumped smackers
and laced cheeks.
Cleaving the rouged organ
lies a shriveled john
sporting a Viagran Pole.
Boy whose daddy
said boys will be boys.
Boy who was told that
girls were his toys.
Boy who was trained
to pay is to get.
Boy who believes
bunnies are pets.
Girls whose mommies
and daddies call pretty,
say when you have looks
you don’t have to be witty.
Girls who have boyfriends
for the 5th grade dance.
Girls who got boob jobs
as graduation presents.
Girls whose first blow jobs
Were their fingers down their throats
Snagging gram’s ex-lax
And wearing baggy coats.
Girls who believe it won’t hurt that much
Just pop a Xanax, it’s your best crutch
So what if he’s ugly and smells like old man
Your purse overflows and how great is your tan!
Girls put on ears, they put on the tail,
Girls live in a mansion, girls wiggle for male.
Girls blow the live mummy with a Cheshire cat grin
Girls groomed from day 1 that it isn’t a sin.
The mummy insists that he must live his dream
Too bad for the bunnies who swallow his cream.