You sassy, foul-mouthed gal
With a top that says "**** patriarchy"
And a look that could **** a fly with a stare
How are you doing?
I imagine life must have given you enough lemons
To open up a whole monopoly on lemonade
**** has been dealt to you like a poker card
And you just kept your bluff face on
Not letting them get through you
Or around you
You always repel people that are too pretentious
Maybe they can't brush strokes of realism
You are a masterpiece in a tank top
I imagine you had an amazing childhood
You played with their hearts as if they were fire
You played them beautifully
How interesting that a girl like you
Could lace your fingers around the world
And bend it over
Your electric blue fingernails
Demanding no explanation
But seems to say, "here I am, I may look cute but I assure you;
My eyelashes can give you third degree wounds;
Lay a finger on me and I will lay my palm
In your cheek-with a force of a white dwarf star"
Girl, needless to say I am attracted