'This Poem Is Called Tori ....'

.... Because she decided to feel sorry for me
Thus showing her genetic superiority
By her patronizing charity
Everyone knows it's plain to see.

That confirms me genetic inferiority
Such a bitch, such a tragedy
She sighs at the presence of me
But would she fuck me?

She has more power with her body
Her nuke button is her sexuality
Enough to drive me mad or ruin me
And catapult me into insanity.

Anything I'd do is crushed by her femininity
To her and her friends I'm a curiosity
But in their parties would they include me?
Or just ridicule me for not being sexy?

Seems like I lost the genetic lottery
Sorry play again, my numbers weren't lucky
Not mentally I mean, but physically
At least I have my intellect for a grip on sanity.

But in a culture where sex is a commodity
And where superficiality is the currency
You can barter with anything when pretty
Both men and women in the big city
All I can do is write when I'm homely
And only can I masturbate to achieve ecstasy
But damn a celibate life is lonely.
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