Protrusions dwell on both your ends
Racing to a nearby infinity, are we?
Plastic blue, assembled in absolute neatness
I wonder when they painted you, conferred your race upon you
Your spiralling ends, that purpose to eavesdrop on my conversations
Rollercoaster wheels, grind, grind
drag and unwind
snaking in to probe
You are blue
I don not recognize you
Are you a traitor, a friend, an immigrant, maybe a mere spectator ?
Are you tarnished and reduced
by conduct/ by measure ?
Is that melanin you wear?
Or are you a narcissist? Clean and pure, through flesh and bones,
sans thought sans scope
Oh, I bite my lip, purple squirting
Scaffolded skin, these abominable thoughts
then rolled into bins
For such nasty things don't grace the round lips of a round woman
They must be curvy and frail
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