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Mar 2013
Jay
Sweet-faced Jay
just-want-to-help-the-girls-Jay,
call you before the sun comes up,
still half-drunk
fancies-himself-a-****, Jay
take-a-fat-****-rip-like-the-girls-do Jay,
then falls asleep
and asks questions ten times
but never listens for the answer,
white-mexican **** from the hippie suburbs
his own name tattooed on his forearms
who's in it for the biz-ness
You-can-do-anything-you-want-Jay,
but still,
you're beautiful,
and if your boyfriend don't tell you that
ten times a day
you'd better dump his *** – Jay
cause I'm not in it for the money, says Jay
this-isn't-the-easy-way-out,
but do you think you could?
Sequoia C
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Sequoia C  California
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