On the 2 to Bearaoke
by GrammarCop

You ascend the stairs
Your muscular arms rippling
in your skin-tight wifebeater
Your five-o’clock shadow
is darker than mine

And I think
(No, I pray)

“Please
don’t
sit
next
to
me,
lady”

(Oh, shit)

7 replies on “Midnight Bus Poetry”

  1. I AM INFURIATED BY THIS BLATANT TRANSPHOBIA THIS IS ALL TOO TYPICAL ON THE PAGES OF THE SAVAGE BIG DICK RPLACE CLONE PAPER

    GUESS WHAT SAVAGE WE EXIST AND WE ARE PISSED AND WE WILL NO LONGER BE SILENT IN THE FACE OF YOUR PREGUDICE!!

  2. No one said it was a transgender. Maybe you’re the one jumping to some sexist conclusions? This could just have easily been a woman abusing steroids or, quite simply, a manly woman (they exist).

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