A poem about jealousy and big tits: “The Big Tit Looms” | #BigTits

the Big Tit Looms

the big tit looms
like an avalanche
about to stop the galaxy
from drinking coffee
late each night
under buzzing neon signs
that sprinkle the street
like sprinkles on ice cream
like Montgomery Bumps
on the big areola

the big tit looms
once tasted
like a mothership
if one of its dicks go astray
the big tit zaps
a sizzling jealousy laser
at other big tits