Rhythmic Rain's Musings

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Shit Ain't Real No More


They got a pill claiming
To make my titties bigger,
Or implants,
To give me that perfect, fuller figure.

I can get fat injected, or fat sucked out,
Depending on which spot.
I can buy lubricants to make my pussy wet,
Or the warming kind to make it hot.

I can buy my hair from the Chinese store,
Or buy some product to make it thick,
And sex toys in every size, shape, speed and color
To substitute for dick.

He gets his erection from a bottle of pills,
His dick size, and stamina too,
His body from steroids and protein shakes--
He don't even have to chew!

His hair came from the club for men,
His job from a get rich quick CD,
So tell me again why I need his ass,
Or why his ass should need me?

We date over the internet.
Who needs face to face,
When we can hook up on a chat line,
Or facebook, or MySpace?

What are we responsible for anymore?
I'm just trying to understand the deal,
Trying to maintain in this fake ass world
Where shit just ain't even trying to be real!

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