Booty

How’s the toil
Down home in the soil
Working like a robot
Whilst dreaming of a jackpot?

I know it’s hard to find a voice
When it’s only a Hobson’s choice
So I hope you find some relief
In letting go of a certain leitmotif

Yet mind that time is short
To be the queen’s consort
In hedonistic liaison
Before the opportunity slips by and is gone

But you’ll always have Barcelona
While thinking over a Corona
So do your duty
Instead of thinking about my booty

©Heather Coldstream


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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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