Art Imitates Life

Morgan got up to take the stage.

Randy stopped her. "It's not your turn. I have a poem you need to read. Let's sit. I'm Randy, and I'm a professional poet who can make you famous."

"Morgan. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The two sat, and Randy took her notebook. He wrote a poem for her. "This is a poem about your life. Everything in it is true. You see that woman over there, Vanessa?"

"Ugh, yes, I thought I recognized her."

"You bullied her in school, and that's against the law. She can send you to prison ,but after your poem, you should crawl to her on your hands and knees and beg for her forgiveness so you don't go to jail to be some butch dyke's personal toilet. You must do whatever Vanessa wants. Randy realized he was repeating his greatest hits, but they worked.

"Oh my god! Of course!"

Morgan then took the stage to read her poem, and Randy went to join Vanessa.

My name is Morgan, and I'm a bitch.
It's because my pussy and anus have a permanent itch.
I still wet my bed, but piss gets me hot.
I'll be your personal urinal right here on the spot.
I wash my hair in semen, and my face in piss.
Men's bodily fluids put me in a state of bliss.
I'm horny and perverted and love to be degraded
To be your pathetic fetish slut, I don't have to be persuaded.

The crowd was stunned into silence. Morgan looked around expecting applause. She swallowed hard then got on her hands and knees and crawled to Vanessa. "Vanessa, please forgive me!"