A LOT OF BLEACH

She's the queen of positivity, a tortured tigress, 
A pouting little earthquake, straight out of Reader's Digest.
Downing 14 vodkas with a sunlit leach,
Better get your parka out of my reach.

Dance into the atmosphere of an armpit on a Sunday Stroll, 
Marty and Delilah were divorced by a troll.
Catalytic Converter in a bargain bin,
I must rip off your scab because I can't see through your skin.

Remember Wendy?  
When she took that finger off that crook 
and forgot to take a doudie?
It took alot of bleach to cover that up!

The preamble of a toe to toe Hagen-Das adventure, 
My new stubble is your old business venture.
You need the reassurance of those old hooker string puppets, 
Why do you smell like butterscotch Krumpets?

Jealous habadasheries in jails of paraphanalia, 
Let it out, let it out, you tafida mutherfucker.
Bent upon expansions of their gullets.

{POETRY}