Insanity

It’s not their beauty

Or their curves

That drives me to insanity

It’s not the concave of the navel

Or the bends in their backs

It’s not the softness of their skin

Or scent of their soul

That makes me insane

It’s not their delight

Or kindness

It’s not their slenderness

Or intelligence

That brings me to the ward

It’s the way they are presented

Displayed

On a pedestal

It’s their clothes

Their makeup

Their garments

Their extras

Their beautifications

It’s their transparent white blouses

Their lace white bras

And tight red skirts

It’s their thong underwear

And hot red barbie lipstick

It’s their sistership

And innocence

Their leather pants

And latex too

It’s their

Corporate perfume

And

Designer’s gain

It’s their made-up high cheek bones

And gravity killed tits

That’s what makes

me insane

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.04.20.00:00:00@Atlantic Ocean/London -> NYC