No, I am not some kind of hammock which
men climb into & enjoy a swing, hey
believe me I’ve heard all the “Desdemoaner” jokes
how rumor placed me and Brabantio in the green room
but if anybody I’d’ve gone for Emilia (now she
was hot!) (rubbing extra virgin olive oil into her tresses)
how’d that line go? “not to pick bad from bad”?
well, the bachelorette is the one w/ the “bachelorette”
sash & crown & junk above the junk in the trunk
(you didn’t hear that from me) & when it’s time for
the group photo just watch these girls thrust
their muffin tops into slutty shapes (“squashy do me!”)
as if they know about the whispers men whisper
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