Just like I can be ***** if you want me too Rip my clothes off Who the ****'d stop you?
Was I asking? Was I begging? Did my knees look so beguiling?
Did I want you? Want your slime to drip down my legs like sweaty dew. Your panting breath left to stick to me like glue.
But **** me, I'm a feminist "*****" **** me, I'm the ugliest "bore" **** me, and my empty sense of humour **** me, I'm society's 'tumor'.
Because I'm stupid when I write. I'm nonsensical when I fight against illiterate vowels. Stop struggling they yell as I bite into their arm give them hell
Sound the alarm I've found Society's cyst.
Apparently the enemy does not exist Pessimistic, narcissistic, neurotic and paranoid *****
she's probably a ****** witch
I can be all those things if I have to. I can be all those things if I want to. The point is that I have a choice
I would tear a **** off with my teeth before I give up my right to a voice
Don't generalise me.
I was meaning to have a looking back poem as my 200th but I guess it'll have to wait a bit :P Got angry at the world.