Mistique is a Bitch (i_is_me parody)

At times her avatar is no more than a display of her eyes
But, full disclosure, her eyes are off to the side
Because she sucks at selfies!
The rest of her features are chunky snd moreso with winter...
Back down your rabbit hole, stoned-verse hopper!

Does her mouth form a smirk or contain a full smile
whine fighting a camera near kids...
Does she come with attitude, like no one is worth her while
or does she think you're a superhero?
Is her nose pugged or long and comes to a point
"Kinda fricken small and narrow like as if i could afford it!"
She'd prolly say...
Would she turn up that nose if I rolled up a joint
"What, no fluffy? You livin in the stone ages,
or you got your own glass pipe??"

Could her face be as beautiful as most have imagined
With the body of a goddess as most have imagined
Is she nice and slim with navel orange sized tits
(Hahaha...) no matter what women eschew honesty!!!
Or is she short and sassy, with a rounded butt and thick
Perhaps waaay that......

Could her hair be shoulder length or cut into a style
Naw, she'd say, poetically adding, Repunzel platinum! Messy and free! Bleach is my friend! 💖😎

Does she add different colored dyes, because she likes it wild
Naw... she'd be like... i got a man's blonde paraphilia to inspire....
Does she like to read different poems, especially the ones that get her wet
Neh.... She don't write with that on her brain...

Is there certain writers of erotica that she simply can't forget
Certainly if it seems they think she's wet! 😝

Poems of erotica that men write imagining nipples of other poets
Like rogue escapees (perhaps they seek asylum from newest royals
under bra standing guard)
Poems that DON'T get her to click for skeeten under da sheets
Poems that makes her spend an evening with the computer
are all about her ambitions..... shmeegle.

Pinching on her pimples and scratching her lips, puts hair up over kids
Up and down, round and round, all along her sticky floor, picking up pullups, over and over!
Repeating her pen name as she imagines, that she and her online impressions are the same
As she spews forth that thick hearty ink her avatar hides her shame