I have changed attire and dismantled- no wrecked my model life.
I have changed shades and form.
My old skin is folded to be donated.
There is not an ounce of “fun” that I seek or remember.
My wardrobe has changed.
My fun is less fun and more joy.
The colors of Monday are no longer black and Friday no longer sits
on plush velvet fabrics in ivory dens.
All days are beautiful and no time is taboo.
Friday is not for debauchery and neither is Tuesday.
My good time remains not in clubs and bars-for they act as such.
Bars before my reward and a club to my head.
Show me a bar without a fight.
Show me a man without false pride.
Show me a human that does not lack self-love.
Introduce me to a woman who is not a cunt.
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