This poem was inspired by another bindo conversation….Purely in jest and more than a little gross, but I’m grieving…such things are excused.

Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor

there will be no licking of my dead toes
I hope
I have the exact opposite of a foot fetish
and would prefer socked or brown house-shoed feet
unless I’ve recently had a pedicure
but still please no licking
if that’s alright with you

I’d be happy to be dead and gloomy for all eternity with you, dearest dark one
though I hope there’s a smoke-free section in hell
since I have terrible allergies

View original post