My Hips Don't Lie


A man.

Standing tall with his head held high,

to bad there's no gap between his thighs.

A man.

With eyes that only see the future,

if only the world could see his tummy tuck suture.

My size is my prize.

But by all means, please, let it be your demise.

With a head and eyes that will never falter,

There's no way my life will be yours to author.

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