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By Savannah Haze Date: 2002 Jul 25 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.25.02.09.1229]] |
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So I don't have abs like Britney And my boobs aren't big like Pam's But I'm just fine and dandy and I like the way I am... ...and my nose just grew an inch after that little rhyme. Why am I forever so self-conscious? My boobs are real! (as are my nose, lips, cheekbones, eye color, hair color...) I am a beautiful, successful woman with fulfilling relationships. (But did you see how that one girl can shake her ass?) Why am I unhappy when I look in the mirror? It's not my fault. You, you flaxen-haired, silicone-chested, posterior-grinding, tawdry-dressing, vomit-inducing, lip-synching, giggle-box, inept, indecisive, incoherent... ...oh, what's the use. I lost those to whom I am speaking at "flaxen." I'm talking to you. You, pop princess. You, bikini goddess. You, porn starlet. You have corrupted the mind of my men for too long. You wiggle your ass, he drops you a five. You barely contain your ta-tas and his eyes are glued You wear a too short skirt or way tight pants and you're his new screensaver. Well, what about me? My tits are soft, my lips are plump, my rump is thick and my legs are long. Drop me a buck. Oogle my goodies. Worship my body. And for God's sake boy, close your mouth. That girl's barely legal! I'm the one that's here with my hand on your thigh. I am a real woman. Maybe a real jealous woman... ...but, hey boy, you're just delusional! |