A woman with **** written on her navel
Smokes a cigar and raps on the rim of her helmet
With fat silver rings she wears on her fingers
She’s painted with red and black stripes
And is wearing a torn Mickey Mouse t-shirt
With a rifle strapped across her shoulders
She is a painting and she moves
When she was seven years old her father ***** her
She only sleeps with men bathed in whiskey
And coughs up ***** of cancer
Shaped like tiny
Ripe apples