I’d Be [a] Sly Fox

       
If I had tits and a cunt      
I wouldn’t be you, [woman]      
I’d be a whore      
and my name      
would be samantha      
but you’d call me      
and I’d go by, sly fox      
I’d stay home everyday      
hand-fuck myself and squirt      
all over the bedroom floor      
just so you’d know I'm still around      
       
I’d buy leather pants and sheer lingerie      
and look better than you in your own skin      
I’d borrow your favourite red cocktail dress      
with the plunging neckline, with matching      
broken heels, grass stains, lip-stick and cum stains      
I’d wear it like I [fucking] owned it and come clean      
with the taint, if you’d ask, just-not-like-you      
       
I’d prick tease every guy in the nightclub      
so they’d shout me drinks all night long      
I’d chat-up the prettiest girl at the bar      
and drink molotov cocktails from her lips      
I’d drag that pretty-ass-bitch to the ladies      
to powder our noses and I’d take selfies      
whilst she goes down on me in the booth      
I’d get [1000] likes when I post my mood      
with what busts out from my double [D] bra      
       
if I had tits and a cunt      
I’d write an erotic bestseller      
about things I’d fucking do with a cock…      
just because a gorgeous whore can      
I’d become the [CEO] of starbucks      
because I give a fuck about the price      
of snorting columbian cocaine      
       
I’d go back to school and study genetics      
I’d figure out the fucking cure for [cancer]      
before I’d need to say double mastectomy      
and while I’m at it I’d work out the gene      
to make a man bleed      
from the eye      
of his cock      
in sympathy      
       
if I had tits and a cunt      
I’d be a lesbian      
and I’d still be your lover    
not just a cunt      
       
       
       
       
This poem was submitted in the "Deep Thoughts" comp.