Sex Doll Pt. 1

A Poem

If she had a voicemail message, she’d play it

Like the prelude to a fire rap track

But she doesn’t

.

What she does have is the memory

Etched into her brain

.

“I’m not a piece of meat

I’d never make you do anything

That you’re not comfortable with”

.

Is what a lady would say

Is what a gentleman would say

Is what a decent person might say

.

But he was no lady,

He was no gentleman,

No decent person

.

And the piece of meat

Was always she

Marinated in sweet lies

And false promises

.

It was like reliving the emptiness through his words

To his bro in the background

Tongue wagging through the screen

.

“Who’s that?”

“Oh I used to fuck with her”

“You what?”

“Man I smashed that! I smashed that!”

.

Is the audio she’d play

.

A piece of meat

.

To him, to them

She was no lady

No gentlemen

No decent person

.

Without feelings

Without thoughts

Only a raw, lifeless piece of meat

Only a sex doll

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