Cock B.F. flips through the book
with an intent, determined expression,
saying, every few pages
in exasperation
"Where are the breasts?"
He needs to be pacified
his hormones must be sedated
he is cock
he is cock
something's gotta pacify this cock
'fore his desires burn him up
engulf him in flames
and leave him ashy
yet still unsatisfied.
"I wanna see frickin' breasts,"
he says, until the right page appears
and he feels a sweet sensation
the cock is being rubbed
the cock is staring, dreamily
until the feelings are used up
and then he will turn the pages
desperate for another fix.