Oh what a trial is the sinful shaft,
The expulsion and eruption of the yang,
And the terrible yin stay...
It’s Springtime, and I am twitterpated!
when our dreams
have all headed
when the memories we held tight
against our chest
only remain as tattered
I became trapped in a pixilated universe—
a virtual reality, I invested in a world
of people I couldn’t see or touch, but
People look down on me,
Because I frequently fuck pixies,
And awake among a cluster of tiny sluts,
Body covered in pixie dust.
They look down upon me you see,
Because I willingly go down on faeries,
And through the nights skies I dance,
Wearing pixie dust covered pants.
But I suppose it is just my luck,
That they look down on me for who I fuck,
Because I only chose to screw pixies,
Because women don’t really look at me.