Courtney (A Prose Poem)

You know that ridiculously ******* who knows she's hot?
You know that chick that all those dudes fawn over?
You know that chick that might be a poster for making guys in traffic pull over?
I call her Courtney.
That chick who might either be popular and/or a ****?
The chick that not-so-casually shows that thong as she struts?
I call her Courtney.
She doesn’t hang with losers.
But yet she doesn’t respond to cat callers.
You know her?
She makes girls mad.
She makes boys want to smack that ***.
And she likes it.
Her ***** trap drives boys’ brains to the fritz.
And she likes it.
Am I the only one that sees it?
Do I have the ability to see the future?
She might be peaking, her ******* sending boys into a stupor,
But baby girl... You’re going to have haters.
All the other girls are going to catch up sooner rather than later.  
In the meantime, Courtney, do you, boo-boo.
Keep showing off that body for them. I’m not gonna argue.
I’m just saying you are showing it off on a platter...
And somebody's going to take it...