I never write poems. But here's one I wrote about 30 seconds ago.


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i am generally overdone
characteristics
of a girl.
i am things seen noticed for comment while
walking from place to place
in as inconsequential an act
as mailing a letter
from no one special
to no one less special
that the contents should be more to speak of
than the
girl/woman/breasts/hair/hips/legs/cunt/juices/smile/teeth/biting/down/on/you
it turns you on
but nothing's wrong
when wrong-with-you means
you have bad taste.
and chose the wrong girl
for your thirtysecond fantasy running
up a leg to a place
that i used to think special
thoughts
of the girl
before you
whimpering
in scared/ecstasy
movements and expressions
and
thoughts
you saw her.
mailing that letter
she asked:
who decides
who gets what
characteristics
and which ones have been done
which ones have been done
which ones have been done
which ones hair colour
eye colour
length of leg
leg of lamb
soft lamb the skin
that has been done.
what will be done.
will she.
be.
done.
or overdone.