Bubble frump,
little hump.
your stupid junk is bared.
For the sweet sake of
Transparency;
reflexively
it stared.
Your grenadine and silkscreens all
a replicated funk.
A little drunk.
A cautionary tale.
A lump.
Last night you said
some awful things,
and I was not prepared
painted on your skin
a sin
your customary outerwear.
