The Mermaid I Need to Paint
She’s helpless you see, in a STRONG way.
She’s got heavy ruby red nipples pierced with regret.
Her sighs tie whale songs into balloon knots.
Disney shudders to imagine her.
Graceless, cursing, drunk like a fish.
More sexual than sexy, more salty than the sea.
She’d have nothing good to say of dolphins or sharks other than…
They both taste like starfish
With just the tiniest hint
Of drowning fishermen.
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