Opinionated bitches
A thought inside your mind is just a sign that you are vicious
Shut your mouths
And hope that it will somehow make you thinner
Repressing thoughts for fears that someone may think you sound bitter
That’s not what you’re here for
You are to be seen and not heard
Your birds’ song is worthless
So Don’t say a word
The slit between you hips is
Your one and only purpose
So mother fucking strip,
Slut, work it
Pretty women don’t think
They cry their eyes out
And have too much to drink
Slowing their senses
Trying to dull cognition
And fooling themselves
Into a false contentment
(How dare you harbor resentment?)


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