wherever I go

i am such a martyr
that i wear a garter
and corset wherever i go

despite my appearance
this candid aberrance
is something most never will know

it might be quite tight
if i’m tied up just right
to the point where constriction is nigh

but such is the price
one must pay to look nice
therefore, i never dare question why

3 Replies to “wherever I go”

  1. Nope. I am no martyr, Max. In the style of Dorothy Parker’s Resume:


    Shapers pinch you;
    Corsets can pop;
    Girdles cinch you
    but make muffin-top.
    Comfort waists aren’t;
    Spandex snaps;
    Fuck undergarments;
    I’d rather look fat.

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