Overheard in a Locker Room
Bob Chikos
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The Truth About Pussy

“I can’t wait to get out of the U.S. Military. It’s become too pussified.”

you’re worried?
last night weren’t you the one
hungry to be inside me?
you were on your knees 
for me
kissing my folds
i know you don’t want them to know
how you begged for it 
but you looked so beautiful
glossy and marked

yeah, you need me
these muscles stretch and tear
to bring in the life you’re so ready to kill
strong? you need one finger to pull the trigger
while my every muscle pushes out a 12" round head 
but what do i know?
i’m just a pussy holding life and death
between my thighs

it reminds me every month
losing blood and tissue
man up? when was the last time 
you felt a pulsing ache
from your knees to your stomach?
when was the last time you had to come to work
bleeding? 
shaving cuts? please
i can paint a picture with my blood
you can barely write a sentence with yours

pussy is why we’re here
because a pussy let a man in
though he could’ve killed her
and left her alone to raise you
yeah that pussy decided to trust anyways
that pussy fucked and decided to have you
(your mother could be the virgin mary
but you don’t seem like the kind
to hang out with whores
who won’t fuck you)

running away doesn’t make you a man
only a boy fearing
what brought about the whole damn world
the softness you crave
the one that brought you to your knees
the one who gave you life
a fucking pussy
so sweet you said thank you m’am
can i please have some more?

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