Sorority Girl Poetry
Ode To My Pores
whose pores are these? why yes they’re mine!
for I’ve been blessed, with skin devine
to best employ my girlish guiles
of handjobs, sex, and sacharine smiles
a blessing yes, but too a curse
for beauty products fill my purse
and 3 hour regimine complete
i barely have the time to eat
which serves as little compromise
for food will only grow my thighs
like ugly girls that I abhor
those delta kappa fucking whores
but I’m the girl that boys love more
just me, myself, and my cute pores
Tooth Enamel, Oh Tooth Enamel
My tooth enamel went away, I shant see it tomorrow.
Like stomach lining gone before, it fills my heart with sorrow.
For what, you ask, do I so bear this pain and fetid breath?
For having meat upon my bones, tis fate, far worse, than death.
I Must Buy Something Now
What sentiment did interrupt, my meal when last I tried to sup?
Like hot coals through my pockets burning, alas, twas my consumer yearning.
My friendships I must disavow, I fear I must buy something now.
Again it strikes whilst I’m in class, the urge to spend some cold hard cash.
Disrupting things I might have known, like buzzing toll of mobile phone.
Enough of books, and furrowed brow, for I must go buy something now.
For joy! It looms in front of me, the mall, celestial city.
Shimmering with glorious splender: stores and boys, and food court vendors.
But to distraction, I won’t bow, no I will go buy something now.
Cheerful signs they call to me, Gap, Express, Aber-crom-bie.
My lust for commerce finally sated, my hunger has, at last abated.
For I have followed my own tao, and have gone to buy something now.