Revolting
The redhead, ugly, and with glasses tries,
However. Little earrings mean at least
A bit of vanity. To exercise
Some hope, though, isn’t wrong. Meager brows creased
Above her specs have not been penciled in;
No cheating try to titillate, arouse
Them like engorging nipples. The lips are thin
No other lips would want them to carouse.
They are just there, schoolmarmishly scrunched tight.
She doesn’t even know the word for “pout.”
Still, she isn’t reading Post Modern shite.
(I haven’t even focused on her snout.)
She gets up, walks away. She weighs a ton
On thick-hosed legs. Advice: become a nun.