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Fall Tidings

Fashim, Food, PoemBen HeinemannComment
Image via Google Images Search "Basic Bitch Fall"

Image via Google Images Search "Basic Bitch Fall"

Pumpkin Spice Latte.

My blood runs orange.

Fur stole, Fur stole, Fur stole.

Carving pumpkins, is that basiq?

Leaves crunching beneath my red bottoms,

Is that blood?

No, just my Louboutins.

Bobbing for apples instead of bobbing for cock

Shriek, shrieky, shrieky chic.

Thanksgiving dinner?

Whereโ€™s the barfatorium?

Please let it be covered in porcelain.

Peace n blessings.

Peace n blessings.

-Ben Heinemann