Poetess : I want my book to be published.
Inner voice : people want nudity,
I don't see any nudity here.
Besides the times when you writing it ...
Or in clothes I wished you would be naked,
The one your grandma forgot to throw in the garbage seventy years ago.
Poetess : I don't write naked, I wear a bra.
Inner voice : Grade one boys first dream!
Poetess : I am going to get you ...
