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FERAL DICKS IN THE YOGA CLASS
“Fuck you” to the men
Who eat me with your eyes
Weak minds pretend
That I’m some sort of prize
I’m here for a reason
It’s not what you think
It’s not to squeeze in
To your visions of pink
I’m pounding this body
To make it immune
To your notions of hotties
Who see you and swoon
Your circle jerk logic
Has no quarter here
Let me get pedagogic
And make myself clear
I’m open for business
Your business of course
I’ll have no forgiveness
Stomp you like a horse
Who eat me with your eyes
Weak minds pretend
That I’m some sort of prize
I’m here for a reason
It’s not what you think
It’s not to squeeze in
To your visions of pink
I’m pounding this body
To make it immune
To your notions of hotties
Who see you and swoon
Your circle jerk logic
Has no quarter here
Let me get pedagogic
And make myself clear
I’m open for business
Your business of course
I’ll have no forgiveness
Stomp you like a horse
Published 21st Sep 2018
| Edited 22nd Sep 2018
Author's Note
This poem was written in response to Sex_on_the_Joe's "Aerobics" https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/320820-aerobics/
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22nd Sep 2018 00:48am
22nd Sep 2018 00:53am
Thanks Angela. The original poem really pissed me off, yet putting it into the context of DUP, I didn't really know what to do with that energy, since people write slave/master erotic stuff here and I can't really get upset about that. I decided the best way to use my energy was to write this.
22nd Sep 2018 1:21am
Yes, I feel the same way. I have written a few poems as a response to that kind of energy. At least it moves the anger into something creative.
22nd Sep 2018 1:58am
