The plastic surgery of love organs perch on her green sleeves,
while underneath it is delicately inked on her bare arms from local hands,
with the cryptic name of a nameless and infamous dead friend.
Alas! High blood pressure gone aneurysm frequently strains the aortic pulsations,
hemorrhaging her 24-karat pyrite pumper everywhere for all to see,
without the slightest sense of decency,
with scents that indicate questionable motives for territorial pissings of identity.
--Dr. Pen Name