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Can't

Can't I can't kiss ass Must be something i ate in class Or was it mother's scalding tongue That'd scorch ya just for fun Or maybe brother's saucy mouth That'd shake ya 'til all the loot fell out No I can't kiss butt Can't figure out this stuff You might call me a brat Say I'm a loud whiskered alley cat But it could be that bull in shit Dying for just another hit Whatever it is I can't seem to kiss bum And if I did now I'm done Maybe it sounds crass But god help me I'm no good at kissin' ass I might get hell for this An You might think I'm takin' the piss But I just don't have that kinda class I just can't I  can't kiss arse
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Written by
tara-liz-driscoll
F / LA
Published
May 10, 2018
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Can't is included in my collection The Situation@amazon books.....I grew up in an Irish family that was rather blunt in terms of saying stuff about others or situations outside of them.. However there were deeper feelings that were not talked about and it not that kosher to talk about. I'm learning to be more vulnerable and unashamed of expressing feelings that may be uncomfortable but important for me and for my relationships with others...Can't feels like an antidote to living part of my life without authenticity.

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#kiss#ass#fakery#inauthenticity#loot#bull#class#piss#taking#scorch
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