I want nothing more
of your sweet dumb
eyed camel looking
score, as if love can
come in at the eyes
rather than pulled
between my thighs

Well then! which course
is the worst for the wear
and tear?
to **** yourself beyond
some skinny little freak
of a girl's stare?

Dear sir I hope my
brown eyes followed
you every *******
where, I hope
they followed you
into each of your
legitimate beds,
one after the
other, Mr. Man
full of himself and
all that wasn't
said

Dear sir I hope I stuck
to you like a flea, drawing
blood from you as you
did from me