My Marketable Mind

Max store (explicit)

Childhood was like two years ago for me
I don't remember much about it but all I remember is that I was sixteen(In your DMs sexting )
So I don't know how I became a relevant resident of your mother-in-law's city

In 2021, I thought I was like Scarlet Witch
Two years later my ex was sucking my dick
Oh yeah, bringing up exes is like our bond bad habit
Isn't it?

Straight on the topic and the poem you were always asking for
About whatever happened in that Max Store
This is like me admitting that I would kiss you once more
Before you get friend-zoned
I would rate that kiss an impressive eight
But even you know there's guilt in the aftertaste

I counted, and you did too
There were thirty-one petals
I don't need any spells, my smile is enough to hex you
So by chance, if you're planning to get married we're close to the temple

What about that guy you accidentally found on Hinge?
The one you stumbled upon
While trying to find me in my city by changing the location
So when are you planning to tell him about your coven?
Oh, so you guys aren't a thing?
That's sad but what was really not working with him?
Wasn't he like emotionally intelligent
And also missing a foreskin

Try asking him for a date and take him to a mall
Kiss him in an empty toilet stall
Or like in the dressing room of a Max Store
But I bet he wouldn't taste like butterscotch
Or would be OOMFs with the outer gods
(I read that shit in Cthulhu Mythos)
Sorry but I really want to say something problematic
You know I'm a baker living in the town of Mushmina island
So of course I'd chew down my pseudo narcissism
But, like, if a coven fucks up with someone, wouldn't it be like group sex?
Or does necromancy also involve masturbating to the dead?

Vanilla ice cream or pumpkin pie
The Starfall city for you I'll call it faggot fairylights
I've seen in the movies they read the script backwards to undo the curse
I would marry you but the pumpkin monster would still lurk
And while you're studying Indian history you would also say
"motherfucking gandhi sucks"

Jokes aside, I would live with you in a cabin
Re-read the first line, you're also my childhood best friend
That's why there was guilt in the aftertaste
After putting this out, I'd call you to recite this poem
Then you'd laugh and I would promise I'd meet you again
But also please bring your mom

Written by Vikshar Varma (4th April 2024)