Tom Hardy you’re my Hero
your cream colored tattered flesh
my milky white tattooed breasts
you are as delusional
as you are prostitutional.
if I zip down your mancunt
and spread your iron ego lips wide
will that inglorious slit clit
squirt fortunes of cum juice?
will it tell me my future
and all the brutal things
that are yet to come, not cum
with you or in you?
Yes, I’m feeling peculiar.
Yes, I’m feeling inferior.
Yes, I’m feeling extra-curricular.
your “ooh” and “ah” and “yes” and “yum’s”
mangle me in the dark
pulling me to the bottom
of post-lesbianism-nymphomatic-barrel-psychosis
and I ask what do I do
with all this inhumane addiction?
I bet Tom Hardy
never had to go through this shit!
You hand me a current issue of Esquire
and tell me to shut the fuck up
and grow some balls!
