You sleep with anything with a pulse
Got so much experience on your knees
That even Coach Carr says you repulse
Bet that one stung more than a bee.
You aint George Foreman so get outta my grill
And find another girl to fill
For I'm not going to sleep with you because I don't give a fuck
Call up that plastic Barbie with who you'd have better luck
So avert your eyes away from lovely long legs
Because I'm taking you down a few pegs
You just sleep with any dumb girl who says she's into some hipster bull
Even that girl who looks old enough to be your mum
All of them turned you into a mainstream creep
When you share that book quote which is just so deep
More into Sean Combs than Shakespeare
Don't be telling me that I'm the one who lacks standards
You're the one without taste that's clear, my dear
You're more lost than Nemo
Hoping some Princess Charming rides in on her horse
Mark my words she'll leave when you ask her to ride yours
With talk like that you're just closing doors
I'm going to have so much fun without being a two
And I don't even have to do you.
YOU ARE READING
The Wasted Hearts Society
Poetry"I just want you to know that my red lipstick isn't for you tonight/ Swaying in the permanent darkness as I throw the heels off/ It's just this loneliness of the night I crave/ My indifference is going to hit you like a tidal wave." A series of poe...
