Kylie’s open season

Oh my my
that’s mighty fine
skin tight jeans
ass just right
looking like a gift I’ll
unwrap tonight
baby girl ain’t got the hips
but that outfit defies eyes.
Oh my my
ain’t lookin’ for a wife
party girls alright
they got that good shit
for a night.
Oh my my
all these barely dressed
females
no disrespect just details
dressing like an open split tail
everything up for sell
no shame, baby girl, just retail.
Oh my my
looking all the time
these girls dressed oh so fine
until you realise something’s
just not right
that little honey looking like a
Kardashian
like Kylie Jenner
a jail bait sentence-
why we teaching girls this lesson?
So, men like Tyga can statutory rape’em?
Oh my my
these young girls
just women on ice
dressed in nothing just candy
and vice
turn them to adults ready to play
make older men dating
rich babies okay
and all that you get is violence
and rope
feminist sexualized girls
now they reap what they sowed.

All in a nights work

We find our powerful duo… working?
Yes, working.
Tonight we find our heroines working with sweet little pocket surrounded by a circle of John’s. Dressed in hot pink as a prima ballerina she giggled excessively “take’em out daddy’s I like to see ’em grow!” moans and dicks asides the show is just getting started outside the party room.
Our bombastic Butch stands guard on the other side of the door listening to her Barbie tantalize. One of the ousted John’s gets testy as the jeers get louder the treat about to get tasty “you-yo” the quarter back slurps smacking lips before trying to rise out of the low armchair “goonn you guna let me in” he finally gets to his feet.
Our sharp dressed bulldog cocked an eyebrow, grunting a no, and meeting his drunken gaze through her shades. Without another word the mound of meat flesh kicked back like an animal and charged. With the power of a sumo Butch smashed down catching the man throwing him back into his seat. His skull thrown back a crack could be heard our bodyguard gave a satisfied snort.
The door opens then our heroines back together as Polly hiccups “you too?” beyond the door the bukkake circle was left bleeding from severed cocks and necks.

Polly and Butch

All you baddies better listen good-
there’s a new Barbie in town
and she’s gonna
Fuck. You. Up.

And this pretty little pocket
doesn’t roll with no Ken!
Better watch your back
before Butch
Takes. Your. Head.

One plastic, one tank-
the perfect combination of
brutality, blood, and sex
these ladies will
Make. You. Dead.

Late night

“So, we’ve got to talk about this!” the screen behind our host flashes to a blurry green face the crowd goes wild “I know! I know! I can’t decide either-make up or FREAK? What’d you all think?” Our spunky host bounces out of her armchair and trots to the audience as they scream make up and FREAK in a flurry of sound. She puts the mic to an older well to do lady “FREAK!” the lady yells her mail order jewelry clanging as she claps frantically. Our host maneuvers to a younger more flavored guest “make up! It’s gotta be!” the girl smiles shaking her head and working it for the camera.
“Why do you say that?”
“I don’t believe in FREAKS!” half of the crowd wails in agreement the other boos.
“Okay okay let her talk” the host coos.
“I haven’t seen one but war tech? Come on! Its tech parading as magic!” the crowd begins clapping and hooting wildly the speaker joins leaving the host to the mic.
“Alright, alright, I can get behind that the news did say the victims-poor man and wife-died from a powerful but small explosion so a piece of war tech? Maybe.” the crowd seems conflicted as she prances to her armchair sitting delicately before continuing “let’s watch!” she turns her back to the audience facing the screen gasp are heard from the audience as she turns quickly back “you know I got it” claps, then silence as the screen shows;
A figure clad in black, face hidden by the brim of a black hat-man screams the figure turns “yeah you!” a man stands in front of an angry looking woman dressed in a 20s flapper get-up (our host comments that the pair had attended the Antiques Gala) “you owe my lady!” the figure turns completely face coming into view glowing green “you-you-do-”
The angry flapper interjects “you promised results witch!” her delicate heel slammed onto the wet concrete as frail arm shot out over his shoulder. “FRE-” before the word could be utter the cameras sound disrupts as the image shakes the green glow flashes as the scene flattens. The figures clothes settled as does the dust the couple is out cold head down the figure walks out of frame.
Our host turns to the audience “there you go, FREAK or make up? I don’t know, can’t say, you decide let me know on social media! Thank you everybody! I’m Cindy Owen’s! Goodnight!”

Fell in love with a robot.

Sex robots
replacing all of us?
Normalizing rape
and violence towards our lot.
Women to be replaced
by age old fetishes?
Men fucking robots-
have you ever heard of kinks
or
agalmatophilia?
Sex robots
and technosexuality
stem from one gardeners lean
to love a statute in the 1870s
but yes it is a
dysfunctional sexual
need-like fetishes tend to be.
Yet, it’s threatening
to women
mainstream?
Because some men want to
play out a Weird Science
scene?
My God how fragile you must be,
that sex robots
threaten your body-these men
fucking robots not the problem
they typically prefer
the woman they bought and
not the real ones.
Part of fetishes is that strange love.

Trans is beautiful

If you’re gonna do it-
do it right.
Turn that symptom into life-
don’t grieve that diagnosis-
just put that dress on tonight-
cause if you’re gonna do this shit-
do it right.
Don’t forget it’s a delusion but
embrace the brains solution
and turn that defect into movement!
Paint that face, move with grace,
perfect that bitchy kinda pout-
the most beautiful trans women
know this without a doubt:
that they are men but live in costume
knowing who they are
with or without you
and
that claiming you’re a real woman
simply makes you unstable.
The most beautiful trans women
do mental illness just right
looking like a dream
you’ve had most of your life.

Matter cannot be destroyed

Over and over again
the stories rewritten
and then
the females cry out
it’s them!
Over and over again.
We don’t make time to remember
in the forties women knew better
you fight through the walls-
don’t let’em
forget who you are-a woman
who broke through the door;
gold miners, and lawyers
and more
there were female chiropractors,
dynamite tester, and CEOs
and this was decades ago!
Oh, where did Arlene Francis go?
Over and over again
but these type of women are dead
the idea they even existed
feminist have erased by
omission.

Wicked

Listen up!
Because this one’s a doozy-
we got a wicked beauty
who will
Fuck. You. Up.

Rejected by her mother
for killing her abusive father
this little witch has power and trauma!

When this bitch turns green
you better hope you’ve got some water
because she intends to drag you
Straight. To. Hell.

What’s my line?

Black and white
so elegant
the women from
the 50s set
a narrative we soon
forget.
Erase the ones
who got ahead
sell a victims tale
instead.
Create a system
that has fed
on the empowered
females success.
Erase them from
the narrative
for we must sell
the damsels bit.
Turn the split tales
into kids
and never speak of
how we lived
that life’s oppression
that’s all there is.

Steal from me

In the lab some scientist find themselves up against a desk. For Betty quite literally. “You know, I’ve always wanted a pet.” the colleague drooled over the very docile pink haired hottie “Stem is so mean for keeping you away” he pushed himself in between her legs, feet now off the ground, one pretty little heel falling down.
She pushed weakly “no…” she breathed, did he think it was a sign?
Yes.
The man pulled her by the lab coat his fat sweaty lips move in-
“Mean!? HA HA HA” finally the heroine appears-her laugh ripping her binds. Ample breast bursting through her pale blue button up hitting the pigs face as he meets the cleavage head on. “Steal from me!? AHA HA HA HA! DIE!” with elegant parting words this hero slams a monitor-wait-yes a monitor into his skull! Bashing down again and again this sexy manic laughs her way into ecstasy. She looked upon Betty with satiated eyes “all safe.” then gazed into the security camera with a wink.