UnPoetia:Birds of the Hair
Look at thee! You with your plastic noses and ornate Nipple-guards. do you not know the perils of
The fruit of your labor is sour, for you try to hide your true nature behind a false visage -
A plastic false visage, but a visage nontheless.
And you! Harem Sheik! Your filthy brothels are a breeding ground for STDs, and your cheap whores
look like cows! Eugh!
Forsooth! Dost thou hath a quill pen prithee? I wish no longer
to labor over this horrid legion of circuitry and mechanisms.
This world - how the times have changed! Once, when I was a young man,
even the harlots had class;
white makeup, fine wigs and fake moles. but now, just about anyone
wearing a corset (and nothing more) counts as one.
Wars were sophisticated;
Gentlemen dueled, and ladies stood out,
but now, even, as you say, dykes can fight? Madness!
Complete, and utter, madness!
I can no longer bear this monsterosity,
I wash my hands of this madness.