by Jules Archer
I wrote a fucking poem about you
And you'll like it
I need your permission
In a way that I need a drink
Shaken, on the rocks with a twist
I've got the flattest chest around
But I like it
It's the tits
The tits the tits the tits
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I've been reading Germaine Greer a lot, folks. Hence, this inspired (?) piece. Peace.