/lit/ - Literature

The subcutaneous fat of the enraged soccer mom
Cracks and dimples something unbecoming of a homme
Her safe-space violated, she sets to typing with aplomb
>behold, my poetic insight---pray now see your pen becalm
She may be right, but as my favorite poet once had said
The mind's bigger than some retarded idea
It's breadth ever-flowing abstract diarrhea
The mind's deeper than any objective truth
It's depth swollen, glorious and uncouth
The mind is a thing of infinite divinity
So thus included is its obscenity
So to her pissy little whiny scoff
I slap my ass and shout "fuck off"