wrapped in a pair of incommensurable clothing
covered under this thick layers of condemn
they crack ! zoom !
soon shalt it be
whacked ? cleaved ?
possessed by these insecurities..
” you dont have sufficient defenses to avoid me ”
” you dont have enough exit to fucking escape me ”
just because i dont own some 3.5 inches hanging between my thighs
which does nothin but extend itself to some 6.5 inches
when it needs to be..
feeded ! shaked !
yes i have been concealed..
enslaved by this hypotrical rapid advanced state of moral decay
not to ever break the treaty..
the treaty ..they chocked me with
all long the genesis
when the sawbones miserably proclaimed ” oh its a girl ”
but never did she declared how many .
now trip over each
hold onto the other
between the mania and back
i am left with a zilch
hollow ! sunken !
nothing but these several Me’s.
and nothing but these fabricated decorum.
nothing but these everything :
I SHALL SURGE !