I’ve been blogging
Still dislodging
Sapphires out of the sea
And pansies away from the trees
StarlahMantra IS 16 years ongoing
Don’t feign your unknowing
Wheat-bread bloats
With tanned butter-cakes
And their lighter-fluid floats
Frothing at the lake
I don’t play the victim
Even though I was raised
During the tail-end
Of apartheid ways
I’m Original Gold
And I never collaborate
I write all of my own words
Catalogued to this date
Bitter hearts and sweet pyramids
Too sour to open UP your eyelids
When my salt lips peek outside
It’s domination after death
With no one to confide in
But my 11 cm depth
Tunnel tight inn
I’m officially A goth again
Bag your balls and deposit them
Into my dyke which
Flash-floods back in time
To nuke every man in his prime
I’ll never write for you
You always knew
I was one of a few
Please DO
Make me rear-spew
Your poisoned milk
Straight back at you
3 hoes, 2 bros, 1 herm
Per session
Frauds, fakes, foes
Get exposed
Without their confession
I turn 39 in 2022
Bottled-water, your rent is due
I’m a natural beauty
With no need to cheat
I now have the desire
For certain Brite heat;
An open marriage
With no excess carriage
I’m the queen of scorn
Fully descending
From Canton China
Fending off gang-mapepists
With my oral vagina
©+℗ Candice Chan (StarlahMantra) 2022
I’m Original Gold
And I never collaborate
I write all of my own words
Catalogued to this date
Bitter hearts and sweet pyramids
Too sour to open UP your eyelids
When my salt lips peek outside
It’s domination after death
With no one to confide in
But my 11 cm depth
Tunnel tight inn
I’m officially A goth again
Bag your balls and deposit them
Into my dyke which
Flash-floods back in time
To nuke every man in his prime
I’ll never write for you
You always knew
I was one of a few
Please DO
Make me rear-spew
Your poisoned milk
Straight back at you
3 hoes, 2 bros, 1 herm
Per session
Frauds, fakes, foes
Get exposed
Without their confession
I turn 39 in 2022
Bottled-water, your rent is due
I’m a natural beauty
With no need to cheat
I now have the desire
For certain Brite heat;
An open marriage
With no excess carriage
I’m the queen of scorn
Fully descending
From Canton China
Fending off gang-mapepists
With my oral vagina
