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Pissed off
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Tough Bitch with a New Iron
Lookin’ to press your wrinkles
Straight outta your head
Drip Dry that musty heart
To prevent undue shrinkage
Steam heat pre-
Heated hissing holy
Epitaphs round the buttons
Ne’er searing the hole
Creases don’t come cheap even
If I do mean tough Bitch with a new Iron
And a few thoughts of my own.
Iron Man melt my wax
Reserve warm setting
Fearing not the burn
Searing smoothed
Starched with Soul
This tough new bitch
believes Permanent press
is such a messy hoax. I make my own smooth.
Kelly King
7/20/07
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tough Bitch with a New Iron
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1 comment:
Terrifying and brilliant! I cup my genitals with an iron grip, lookin' over my trembling shoulder all the way home. And then I lock my door and pull the shades. Good job.
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