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By Misti Date: 2003 Oct 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.17.17.38.21032]] |
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perhaps I overestimate myself could be I'm an egomaniacal bitch on squeaky fucking wheels but when I'm sitting on a bench with my sheer black pantyhosed long legs crossed with my black liquid eyeliner and Drumbeat Red lipstick adding drama to my pale studious face as I write in my notebook fragranced with Divine cologne and white tea & ginger lotion I expect at the very least mediocre results when men walk by I don't need or want wolf whistles or smacking lips or waggling tongues I don't expect Robert Plant in the throes of Madison Square Garden electric orgasm saying oooooh oooooh baby give it to me give it to me yeah I don't expect a guy to crawl toward me on his hands and knees begging please with his eyes as he pries open my thighs and tries me on for size because I realize that sort of thing could be misconstrued and his ass could be sued but I would not come unglued over a passing sly grin a generic greeting a fleeting meeting of yin and yang a Word Up, Miss Thang or an I Know A Woman As Fine As Yourself Gots To Have A Man but let's hang in the break room make fun of the morons who buy all the vowels 'cause they don't know their ABC's I am not a sleaze but a little appreciation, please I know you can see me I'm not Casper the Friendly Fucking Ghost and I'm not exactly Brunhilda, either. |