Axially Symmetric
Everybody touches your body,
and is feeling right about that feeling,
hunting down their needs
to appeal the appealing
It appears so revealing,
they’d take away your drapery,
what a beauty’d be awaiting,
to be healed with cautery
But you are spoiled indeed,
a creep indeed,
a part of the dirty street,
so urgently in need,
and I would like to help you feed,
but your black dress starts to bleed
Everybody is pointing at you,
and to a certain level I pity you,
but what an irony it is to know
that I am the body and the finger is you
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