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By Misti Date: 2003 Mar 26 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.26.02.57.6109]] |
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he brags about performing oral sex on a chick who is on the rag and think he's clever with his rhyme with eyes glazed from boredom I've read his schtick his fascination with various females in their prime I never admired his mediocre style of writing he did not inspire anything other than basic lust that's an easy feat when no fish are biting and sentiments of youth's dew have hardened to rust it was all ego and distraction and nothing deeper can't trust a man who gives more blessings than the Pope I never read his words and thought,"He's a keeper!" just another semi-crush at the end of a short rope I never pretend to be more than who I am an unhappy woman with half a life so I bitterly resent those who promote a sham and stab my heart with a tacky knife we all look for so much more outside of our heads something or someone to make it briefly subside we remember all the kisses and misses in haunted beds whether we are a blissed out virgin or a jaded bride 2003 and the labels still stick be a good girl and don't fantasize imagine too much and you're mentally sick and deserve all the punishment that fate can devise I am not ashamed of who I've been or who I'll be I can look in the mirror and sleep well each night call me a whore a slut bad news and I'll agree because those words no longer have any bite if you've got a freak flag wave it high we can't all be Stepford safe and sweetly smug if you think you're above it you are a big fat LIE and the world is waiting for you to shrug shrug it off, toss in the towel you're golden, boy, and you know it best but in my true blue eyes you are straight up foul even with the photo of your naked Atlas chest you can shine it up bright but trash is trash and you remind me of why I loathe my roots you hail from the same Springer show, shit for cash and you're in it up to your Army boots. |