on fortune

the funbags were filled with jizz
they were caught on the ledges
they are dripping days later it is now
dates and days later when we broke up
did it break my heart yes it did
but my decision has been mirrored
like snowflakes in the garden
the funbags were filled with jizz
and were proto-femimasculine
I wanted to date a FtM transsexual
but all I found was a bottom boy who looked like one

"You will be preparing"
for centuries, what I read beholdens me
I wrap my face in flame to hide
the hurt, the bit salami
saying salacious sins