Hefner Reminiscence

Lovely bunny couple

Oh, I reminisce

Of Hugh-style

Sexiness, a

Gentle kind of

Sexist-ness

Bulging with

Pumped-up

Tits,

Bleach-soaked blondes with

Child-style

“This-is-what-I-like”

Lists

And all those

Prepubescent-like

Hairlessness.

 

Oh, of Hefner I reminisce

Of reader-less text

But a stuck together

Lass;

She was my favorite

Though

But forgot to wipe her off

After I explode,

Oh no, but I wear his

Robe though

And miss him

So much mo.

 

 I’d like to call him dad though

Smothered with his

Gentlemen-ness, fuzzy tails,

And three tight little

Mistresses.

 

Sometimes I like fake shit

Because real is just

So real,

And when asked why he was such an

Ass, by a feminist

He said that he’d hope women would

Like his dream as much as

They are every man’s dream.

 

A dream that came from his broken heart,

When in youth

He was left with nothingness.

R.I.P. to Hefner’s Reminiscence

Now that sexual fantasy is

Political business.