Years of work
to rival the Greek statues
from a time when men were men
and function mattered more than form.
Those years they stared
in disgust of the fat
I carried like a layer of shame
have faded away.
In the search for perpetual sex
with whatever pussy I could get
I realized that in the end
I'm still a slave to their fucking way of thinking.
A contest entry
- #83 Adult picture prompt by daviscth.
300 points, ended June 12, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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Thank you for posting this great take on the picture prompt. I really enjoyed the last line. It was a great way to tie up the ending..
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