buttoned beige shirts and pompous ones.
big brains and burdened eyes,
they talk up what they can't fill with size.
manner-less gentlemen and southern northern-men,
seemingly shadow-less with dead demons.
They read and feed and joke their way,
into my heart before I can say,
stop you imbecilic tasteless men,
stop making yourselves my concern.
Don't you know that my taste in men are the tasteless ones?
yeah okay, I had a crush on my shorter than average, introverted high school teacher. Sue me. We all make mistakes.
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