Shaved.
Shaved Legs, Shaved Lives
Surround me
& Oh How Bizaare.
Shiny, Slick, Altered roots
Connect these Creatures
to an Absolutely Absurd Society.
Sick. Sad. Stupid. Reasons.
Is it for Herself?
I Choose to Assume
it is Unthinking; Unaware.
But- Still,
However, Why Ever it is
it is just as Offensive.
Sick. Sad. Stupid. Excuses.
Shaved Legs, Shaved Lives
Surround me
& I Am Oh So Sorry.
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