Throw rocks on my car
and spit curses in my face.
I'll sharpen my teeth for war,
getting ready for the chase.

I'll cut you and let you bleed,
for all the times you've broken me.
I won't listen to you plead,
but laugh in your face with wicked glee.

My teeth are razor sharp,
and I've put on my war paint.
Trust me, no angels will play the harp,
when neither of us have claimed to be a saint.

I've never been a damsel in distress,
no I can fend for myself.
With claws for nails and rivets on my dress,
you brought this upon yourself.

Crimson lips and
****** fangs to match
she takes boys by their hands
and later examine her catch.

They all fall for her
one by one
their vision a blur
and her work is done.

She tosses them in the bin
when she gets bored
the boys think they can win
but they never even scored.

She walks with confidence
wearing a crown of bones
the boys walk with dominance
too blinded by their hormones.

She devours them alive
with her crimson lips
she goes in for the final dive
only needing to sway her hips.

I've cursed out loud
Yes, I've got a harsh mouth.


And yeah Love is a *****
But I've always been a feminist.