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Is It…
Hot to listen to them wheezy lines- sleazy crimes
Sneaky dimes- foreign- buy 2 for a dime-fun times
I wish upon a falling star—clearing ills pooled
Stilled & cooled—by governors, stooped in bills
Cooped with fills—of flesh—flaming their thighs
Thunder legs- caresses Mister. Over fed, she sighs
Only place was the skin trade—couldn’t afford a car
Until she lost inhibitions—exhibitions of a porno star
Falsely accused against will- displeasured at large
En Masse- un-classy—no scripts just tackle & barge
Thunder thighs grew tired— she put on the outfit
worked extra hours—watched upon in hardship
-Sir Lard dipped- hard nipped—gasped then slipped
Flipped her over—director catered to a sandwich
And hitched—filled the salad with a free dress-ing dip
Mess-ing with—positions—submissive in intermission
She gasped for air being throttled in playful submission
she grew tired again- Thunder thighs went depressed
She stressed at little things-such as her co-stars instead
Of cleaning her bed—powder all over her duvet spread
Was it—dawn or dusk—maybe neither—a cokehead
Quite after the storm—thunder overdosed-in disgrace
The director planned in haste—who’d fill her place
Not even a last minute warning- well she was an ace
Cased away the movie- began a new show--impressed
At a flowering beauty—perfect—audience forget the rest
Another star gone—shot down by bad company & much
fuss—she took drugs—died--to be filled by another such
Is it…
Perfect the way it is—played a prop—bit actor never hit
High times—the one to seduce the one with past lines
Such as—“Oh, please..Don’t”— felt an ass with his skills
Straight out of drama school—baring to pay bills
Stayed filled—embarrassed—heated with movie lights
Slipped over his co-star—red faced—he fights
“Go on, for Christ sake, bring the climax—impotent fool”
Did he learn this at school—nope—burned but acted cool
Oblivious—to his environment—sweaty with false lust
his feel-ings burst-BANG!-“That’s it—cut, perfect just
next time be more accurate”—matter of fact he must
watch her cry—then wipe his love off her eyes
He calls—“Thunder..You okay”—dismayed by his reaction
the director disbars him from action—intimate interaction
Societies a mean faction—Joe Public loves- his bad fun
excited out of oxygen—pressed by the actors genuine feel
Though more impressed—by the females earnest appeal
Agreeable—his inner furnace—blew with burning zeal
Tired he switched off—changing the channel to MTV
Tricked his old Wifey, into believing he’s a music lover see
She leaves him to watch from her system—big screen
Flat-HDTV—so he puts up with her—for incentives seen
he heard his favorite female star died—overdosed as much
never woke up, though she will be easily filled by such
Beautiful women-like the one he just saw----
Joe Public never again remembered- the thunder “whore”
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