There is a nickname on the hill for female interns who dress either unprofessionally or downright slutty. Skintern is the pleasant moniker we ascribe to those of the miniskirt and the low cut top, and here is an ode to their disreputable kind.
Oh, skintern thy scandalousness is reproachable,
Vertically challenged skirt made of the shortest cotton fibers,
Shirt working its way north over the grade of your protruding paunch, laboring on past the belly button,
Hair permanently permed and doused in aqua-net,
You apply your blush in the hallowed halls of Washington while waiting for the morning elevator to whisk you away to your stately cubicle
Oh, Skintern where would we be without your swaying hips and bubble butt sashaying by the doors of the mighty and influential
Inspiring torrid affairs and seeking power through the pursing of your moistened lips?
So gobble down the ultimate aphrodisiac, Skintern, in hopes that you might grab a transient piece of it to call your own
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Ode to the Skintern
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