If she wants
that extra two inches,
that six more hours of ecstatic sleep-deprivation,
that concrete-and-steel erection to win architecture awards,
then send your e-mails to her,
she can pay for the bloody things.
I'm not proud.
What? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? This is hilarious in a wierd, incomprehensible way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't think any woman in their right mind wants that....lol! Good Write.