She could be a
Fucking wookie
Steps heavily and
Yells loudly.
Screams silently and
Packs a hefty punch
If you listen, you can
Hear her brain crunch.
She could be a
Fucking wookie
I kid you not,
Just listen closely
She carries a deafening sound
When she speaks
She shakes the ground.
This lady could be a
Fucking wookie
She runs a tight ship;
She's choosie
She's got opinions and
She'll get in your...face
Don't be fooled cause she's got a smile, the style, class & tasss
te. She's woman.
Fucking wookie.
Hear her roar.
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PoezieYou might not like this. A collection, in no certain order. I write poetry to unravel the mystery of my own mind, maybe yours as well. I listen to rap while eating cashews. I wear owl earrings while dappling in misadventure, and that has everything...
