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The J Word
Waxed and wrinkled
faded and torn
cropped or baggy
flared or skinny
shrunk cold in the bath
and folded in dirt
distressed with bleach
then embroidered with love
cried for and jizzed over
tight as a glove
who would have thought
we'd be branded with hurt
stretched from the sweat
of kiddy-wink bones
so our legs
can look cowboy blue
faded and torn
cropped or baggy
flared or skinny
shrunk cold in the bath
and folded in dirt
distressed with bleach
then embroidered with love
cried for and jizzed over
tight as a glove
who would have thought
we'd be branded with hurt
stretched from the sweat
of kiddy-wink bones
so our legs
can look cowboy blue
Published 21st Sep 2015
| Edited 10th Feb 2023
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21st Sep 2015 3:02pm
So many blinkers, so little time. Let me gap it, cash out and spank on that juicy J... mmm monster-feeds. I think Lovecraft was on to something. Who woulda thunk a whole world of ritual!
