This Is a Poem With a Great Butt

“If only poems had cleavage,
people would look at them more.” — Miekel And

This is a poem with a great butt
peach perfect and shaking your tree.
This is a poem with flawless skin
to dip your fingers in
and perfect teeth.
This poem has ‘it’
and is seriously flaunting it
in a Kardashian/Instagram/retweet/viral way.
This poem has cleavage
and is displaying it in shameless selfie sensualization.
This poem has all the cultural cues
to sell anything — from cars to sparkling water
but it also has something to say.
Did
you
hear
it? — Annette Marie Smith