by kris on 05/09/09 at 9:33 am
by Kris Dibou, warrior poet/pirate
She found herself an interchangeable man
to fill her needs and her demands
If he is not there when she has desires
a few spare parts are all she requires
An arm here, a leg there;
she likes this kind of chest and this kind of hair
These animations and this kind of walk
and a southern drawl whenever he talks
"Now something is missing, what can it be
that I need to finish my fantasy…
Oh I need an operator to say…
the sweet things that I want to hear today!
That is the easiest part to find,
a totally replaceable male mind."
And what of the parts that she left behind,
do they still whirr when she logs in to find
Her interchangeable man for the day
or do they lie dormant and dwindle away?
copyright (c) 2009 – Kris Dibou – used by the gracious permission of the author.