a poem

it was a pink, fleshy november day. i woke up to the long smell of hotdog roasting in the bathroom downstairs. I jumped down the stairs to see if i could help ride the dinner. My mum said "see if cousin needs a fresh dildo," So i carried a tray of glasses full of cum to the closet. When i got there, i couldn't believe my toes! The knives were sitting on the pillow. 

madlibs, by gemma and ella