Who taught you to share? Cut your hair,
take a mirror to your vagina and whisper to
no one, ‘not fair.’ Tell the boy, after it’s all
slip slapped and done, about the fact that
you didn’t come. Grab the cup from disney world that you have
to hold with two hands when it’s full and tell him
how good you are and how you
don’t even care you don’t even really care.
Why so sad, spinny girl? You think you
deserve a better Mickey to your Minnie, silly girl?
Who taught you to be so soft, spinny girl?
Soft like butter, you silly willy nilly girl.
You gonna let him spread you on his toast,
spinny girl?
You smell of burnt rubber
and cheap metal, spinny girl.
silly willy itty bitty silky spongy girl
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