In an effort to improve the quality of contemporary verse, The New Enthusiast periodically injects a dose of quality figurative language into the blogosphere. Our previous edition gave hope to many poets struggling to register some small acreage of the vast wilds within. This edition turns its male gaze to the motif of the hot chick, and, from there, the sublime. Sit squarely in your seat, reader, and brace yourself for a torrent of textual pleasure and possibility.
Like a hot chick in a comic book store
Like a hot chick atop Mount Fuji
Like a hot chick with a fever
Like a hot chick paying attention to what you say, and you’re ugly
Like a hot chick parallel parking with expert precision
Like a hot chick with Ebola
Like a hot chick with a lot on her mind
Like a hot chick who’s so cool you can’t call her a hot chick anymore
Like a hot chick who uses the word “like” a lot
Like a hot chick whom you’re related to by marriage
Like a hot chick observing chicks hatching inside an incubator
Like a hot chick “liking” something unlikeable on Facebook
Like a hot chick with an active Myspace account
Like you resting in indecent contemplation of a hot chick
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