poems to butts

im constantly staring at my butt in the mirror.

im obsessed.

im amazed.

I haven’t touched a butt
in 5 months.
my hands are starting to rot,
and i’m starting to fade.


i look at my hands.

there is something very wrong.

they’re not on your butt.

thinking about eating ass,
what a good morning.

there has been a devastating lack
of ass in my life

biteeeeee myyyyyyyyyyy butttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

I’m pretty worthless.
Got a nice butt though.

Hey I sent a pic did you ever receive it or did you just not like it :(?

i got one picture and i wrote a poem about it. hella dope.

when you’ve had a long day

and you’re feeling very stressed 

just know 

you can take it out 

on my ass

guys in tight pants
what a sight to behold
walk past me please
let me get a good look