I Smell That Whore...
What made you better than me? Because you had ink punched into your skin so many times? All that meant is that i know it was going to be a pretty river when i made a mess of you. You'd be my best work. My stabwound voo doo doll. Well that will be my excuse. Too bad for you though. "Will you meet me in the alleyway? I'll suck your cock..." I don't know what smelt worse.. The smell of the smegg of your unwashed uncircumsision, or the sewage you were pounding me in. Why didn't you kiss me afterwards? it's all the same isn't it. Never again will you look at me like i'm nothing, because your eyes are fixated on the ceiling. Someone will close them for you. You got what you wanted! You were a famous rock star! My efforts to splatter your face across the city were matched by the media. I wasn't so flattering. I smiled at a blind man so he tattood my back in brail, so when i was pushed against the wall he could still tell me it was ok. You smelt like a thousand pretty girls. I was fucking the city. While i watched your crimson river spiral down my shower drain, i touched myself a little. Reminising of my secret Rendezvous with myself after a brainless hammering from you. They found the Gun. A little boy blew his brains out with it after i tried hiding it in his toy box. I never wanted a son anyway. You're not the only one who's famous! I'm that chick who was dating that guy....
Don't put me in a fucking classification. Don't put me in your superifcial bullshit scene. I'd rather lick my own junk than be told i was anything like you.
xoxo