i am a man
smoking outside shops
waiting for wify
to finish with her tops
i dare not go in
this wicked witching place
necklace dress or bra
will melt my manly face
in mars i trust
my venus queen
you are weirdly hot
but let the earth be between
so gladly i wait
leashed to her dog
lighting my fourth
hide me in the fog
you are torture woman
why do i even stay
venus is a corrosive hell
burning down my holiday
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Does [PM] mean poetry month?
like how we’re using [FM] for fiction month?
you want a poetry month?
i was asking you why you used PM, but was it just because you posted at night time?
is it destabilizing fiction month?
why are you asking questions back and not answering them, feel like we're riddling
why do you care?
are you aggravating me for no reason AND writing bad poems?
why are you behaving like a bitch? you jealous?
I like the turns this territory sometimes takes.