So

Author's Comment: This poem was originally written for a feminist poetry reading.

So, what would you say to enter my cunt?
What pretty lies would you utter?
What poetry would you malign?
What faith would you betray?

For the game, the all-holy hit count?
Would you call it a portal of Selene?
Would you remark on dew-drop hips of perfection?
Would you appeal to my baser insecurities?
Or would you find exploiting them more to your taste?

For a taste of my breasts, what would you sell?
Selling your soul, too old hat and impossible for you besides.
Selling your charm, too common, the repetition has cheapened it.
Selling your success, too pathetic, an appeal to greed I have not.
Selling my soul, yes, if I am ever foolish enough to let you in.

Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not one size fitting nice
I'm just...