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A Mermaid's Wish
by Joseph DeMarco
Monday, April 07, 2014
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Envy

The (not-so-little) mermaid stares down
between her scales,
to the spot where the sun don't shine.
A look of concern dawning on her face,
she can't help but wonder
(not what it might be like to have legs
Or to walk and run)
but what it might be like to have a pussy
or who-ha if pussy is too dirty.
She has vagina envy.
For although she has been
blessed with a bodacious pair of puppies,
or tatas or breasts if puppies and tatas offend you.
She feels incomplete with out the who-ha
or cunt if who-ha is too clean.
She saw the word in a dirty magazine,
that her friend gave her,
and now whenever she gets the chance,
She swims to the surface,
and stares at the pictures
of women spreading their meat curtains,
or showing off their honey pot, if meat curtains is too pejorative.
She fantasizes about having that bearded clam between her legs,
About taking her fingers and parting those luscious lips
Perhaps fishing around down there
Although she doesn't know why men use that term
The vagina is not like a fish
It is more like a flower.
She stays in that spot,
studying and staring at where all life begins
envious that she herself
does not have a heart-shaped box.

 

By: Joe DeMarco

 

 



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