Apologies to, well, everyone.
The Taste of Sadness
(to the tune of Sound of Silence, obvs)
Hello boobies, my new friends
I’ve brought for you progestogens
From a capsule soft depleting
Comes an oil that now is seeping
And the oil that was planted ‘neath my tongue
There it clung
It’s like the taste of sadness
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Miriam Robern
In response to this postIn vibrant dreams I walked alone,
Colours from progesterone;
Woke and thought that I had spoiled it
I had to stagger to the toilet
When my nips got clipped on the edge of the bathroom door
They’re getting sore
I blame the taste of sadness
And in the naked mirror I saw
Ten thousand jiggles, maybe more
Boobies wobbling without ceasing
Booby bounces not decreasing
Tits so soft and round that no one ever bared
No one dared
Suffer the taste of sadness
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“Girls,” said I, “You do not know
My new boobies only grow
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might squish you.”
And my words like eager heralds spread
To redeem the taste of sadness
And the transfemmes shared and played
With the booby plans we made
And my tits flash out their promise
That one day you might be stacked, miss!
And you will say, “The taste of the capsule
Is slathered inside my cheeks
For growing peaks
I’m grateful for the taste of sadness.”
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