Playroom
I never had enough kens
so I made my barbies fuck
each other
or fuck beanie babies.I never had more than one
beanie baby per species.
they were rarer
that way& like some
perverted noah’s ark
kept
from multiplying.No one with skin
colored like theirs, freaks
like me. Lucky the barbies
needed their bodies.I controlled
in my playroom.
Whole cities of beautiful
women, boundlesstits, fucking
sacks of animal. Plastic
legs thrusting until
the beanie said yesballs
of beans spilling
to the floor. The ladies fucked
their corpses until Auntie Amade me throw them out.
Legions of identical
white women, skin glowing
like pearl milk, magnificentas they stormed the gates
of the zoo
conquered each animal
one limb at a time.
Definitely felt something between my legs at the lines Whole cities of beautiful women, boundless tits, fucking sacks of animal. Beautiful women. Boundless tits. And fucking sacks of animal like some Oglaf sluuuuut. This poem, Playroom, and To Prevent Hypothermia. Is Fatimah Asghar my current fave poet? Am I a capricious slut? That's a yes.
