THIS POET CANNOT NOT THINK ABOUT IT

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It girl punk come in through the kitchen window

she got a good job with the Cadillac of pensions

It girl no feel good scraped knees carrot blades

hanging by the seat of her panties half the time

other half she sucking off the devil’s tail’s tall tales

and all shining together prettily sobbing sweet bb Jesus

blessed be the fruit praised be the Lord all Mighty

It girl passes her time in a passive delirium of satisfaction

learns to trust never has to say no which is good

It girl kaleidoscopes consent delivered in a cum sock

patterns of similar heartbeat blood pressure breathing

after a man rapes there is always a refractory period

in which he cannot rape again though is this true for most

It girl capable of great expansion and many more