Yeah, I stand on highheels
looking for sunlight:
a man caught between knickers and bra
thinking of my feminine side
in a rush of tearing biceps,
oh death
where is thy sword-
up my arse?
I stood there like a working girl
waiting for punters
my highheels shining red and gold,
I looked a thousand dollars
I thought.
But hey, I'm 7 feet
I looked like an over made-up lamp post
suffering from powder burns,
a trans with a big cock
and maybe, just maybe, a real bad, bad attitude.
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