Princess Toe Jam

 

Once upon a time
in a diabolically
demented
fairy tale
the Delusional Prince
of Blue Balls
soon to be 
the Disillusioned Twit
when he finally realizes
the whole glass slipper myth
he has vainly
been seeking a foot to fit
is solely bullshit

Seems our shot down hero
who most of us frustrated incels
can sadly relate to
is perceived as relationship poison
cause we do not check
all the bitch Princesses

fantasy boxes 

Now that the hook up clock

has struck midnight

its back to pumpkin patch reality

and our solitary existence

Back to cynical transactional hookers
and the explicit porn site
voyeur existence for us
where we the rejected

will have plenty 

of hand wringing company

The moral of this tragic story?

Banners of standards
are there to be lowered

but not until

the clock chimes Desperation