i wrote a feminist poem called i digress that is mathematically calculated to win awards hello husband, you are late from workjust like i am late to have never met youbut i digressyou must be hungry and expect a mealjust like i expected you to bring me flowersbut i digreshere is roasted pig, see the fear in his eyes?just like the fear in my own when you raped mebut i digressthere will be no sex tonight....as if you ask for consent!but i digresshere is my new bf, he's black and gay and this gun in my hand...will not digress....BOOM
Honey, please, that cheesecake is meant to serve sixHow dare you digress my body positive empowerment you cunt colonizer
Do you ever get tired of being this way? Does the constant outrage never wear you down? You could just go your whole life only reading Tennyson or whoever else you prefer and never interface at all with whatever kind of poem you're trying to parody here.
>>25587951>here is roasted pig, do you see the fear in his eyes?Do white people really roast the entire pig with the eyes intact?
>>25587974No
>>25587974empty sockets denote fear even stroger
>>25587974If by white people you mean every variety of island dwelling Asian, yes. And cajuns.
>>25588050>>25587974wypipo be like
>>25587951Nice Self-Portrait "just" needs some "improvement" go learn some drawing, you would be like Vincent. Can you hear me? Can you hear the music?
