10-26-2010, 01:10 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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Location: Nth. Qld.Australia
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Girl Poem
I shave my legs,
I sit down to pee. And I can justify any, shopping spree Don't go to a barber, but a beauty salon. I can get a massage without a hard-on. I can balance the cheque book, I can pump my own gas. Can talk to my friends, about the size of my ass. My beauty's a masterpiece, and yes, it takes long. At least I can admit, to others when I'm wrong. I don't drive in circles, at any cost. And I don't have a problem, admitting I'm lost. I never forget, an important date. You just gotta deal with it, I'm usually late. I don't watch movies, with lots of gore. Don't need instant replay, to remember the score. I won't lose my hair, I don't get jock itch. And just cause I'm assertive, Don't call me a bitch. Don't say to your friends, Oh yeah, I can get her. In your dreams, my dear, I can do better! Flowers are okay, But jewellery’s best. Would you look at my face, Not at my chest! I don't have a problem, With expressing my feelings. I know when you're lying, You look at the ceiling. Don't call me a girl, A babe or a chick. I am a WOMAN, Get it, you prick?! |
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