I remember you, or at the very least
parts of you. I remember your vagina.
Yes, crass, or careless. My problem is
I’m not as careful aa you always are,
So careful vagina final destination.
WTH? Why am *I* being put in this position?
Why are beings put into positions?
Will I be disposed of such?
So fast.
All the DJs say ‘Damn’ but kiss me now.



…..I get how your starting line “New Super Mario Bros Wii” is meant to fit in- however this poem works SO much better without it, even if that does fully change your double entendre! And might I say, fab imagery, really puts the reader “there”.