Mall Creep

There’s no ass
Like the ass that
I see at the mall;
No tits like it either.
Girls, with their shirts
Down to here
And their skirts
Up to there,
So that their tits spill
Out over their bras
And their asses fall
Out under the cloth,
All to impress
I-don’t-know-who.

Yes, I love the mall,
But I don’t go to shop,
No, I love the mall
Because I love to watch.

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

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