Friday August 9, 2019
There is a teacher with his dick in his pants waiting
to eat whoever dares to look directly at it. Him.
I meant to say him. I meant to say his eyes but. Fuck.
Fuck it all. He wears those tight jeans and he’s begging
anyone with breasts to prove to him that he belongs in
front of us all, laying down some hard lust disguised
as hard truth. Another hard-on reference. I get the
innuendo, I’m fully fucking aware of it. He knows too.
He yells at me when I’m listening because my face looks
like it’s pissed off and that’s not me that’s just my
face. He’s not the first to think I look angry when I’m
not but he is the first to call me out on it in front of
the entire room and try to make me feel like shit for
something I didn’t even do. He wants to prove a point.
Once when I’m up there not all the way in it acting but
trying to, he gets in the way with his big dick voice;
he gets in my head. I yell at him from the wall I’m
standing on and he gets off at how mad I finally am.