D is for demure
D is for…
very demure, very mindful.
drop the e and demur,
caught in a linguistic
time capsule,
2024 energy exerted
one jule or joule.
she knows
she’s not like other girls.
it keeps autocorrecting to timid,
clean girl
you have reached your limit.
what do you mean,
mean girl,
in constant need
of male validation girl?
a pick-me girl,
bashed by brats with brainrot.
you are not what you think you are…
stand on the fine line between
oppressive and elegance,
and spin a dime on misogyny.
black liner sky pointing,
outlined, painted dolls
scratch back nails.
closer and closer to thicker fails.
crashing ships
on the allylips.
of extreme weather,
send out a nudity warning.
stand out racy,
reclaiming the understated.
do not pretend to be modest
for the gambler, the bookworm,
the bookie, demure rambler in a lacy
schooling with the fish still alive,
caught in a freeze frame.
the future shock looks back
on the laughable low-quality content.
autocorrecting to wanderer…
clickbait clock metronomes
a meteoric rise.
the cure word of the year,
so reserved,
a favourite masks true feelings with a demure smile.
mature. grave. serious.
calm settled sober of persons
come to pass the grab on fealty.
sow distrust,
yes man, yes women,
yes every gender plus land.
calling all cruciverbalists,
reaching out to all the broad thinkers,
don’t demure,
spread the word
in this confidential fail, planned fall.
dilly dally confirming the laughable cabinet.
a front line of thieves waits to come to power,
who is that sitting in the hall?
bureaucracy buts head with bureaucracy,
layers, and layers of human intelligence,
demure honeypots full breath,
brain bleached
off-planet, speak doge, undignified dux leader, do not inform…
sensitive tree reasons strumpeted real damage
beyond the global change of economic currency,
digital speak…
queer enshittification of the young man’s club
of America,
a dance of body language. take my word,
cozzie lives, tush meets tusk.
Hi, I’m here from the FBI!
wave backgrounds, give it up,
recess acting directors, you’re fired…
crash against the standards.
seek attention. spread engagement.
one submissive trump smells of demure musk.
lame duck, you suck with no sense of rhythm.
can we hold alien intelligence liable for the algorithm?
this year take it out on tour,
from hallucinate to weird, D is for demure.
