Get out Claws

Rest not on your laurels
Always be ready to run or retreat
The hand that fed you and cupped your breast
Can tighten its fingers around your neck.
Your nest may have feathers now
But remember the twigs
Sooner or later they can snap
And so will you and all you built.
So rest easy for now. You’re allowed pause

But always be ready with your get out claws

(C) Slumpless

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Slut ( Inspired by ‘Malèna’)

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She’s a slut you know

She makes them cum she lets them go.

She wears her tank tops way too tight

She wears short skirts.

 It’s just not right.

She leads them on

They can’t help but fall

Into her wicked snare

Enthralled.

You can’t blame them.

She’s a manipulative whore

A line of suitors out the door.

Her soft skin, drives them insane

A pity she doesn’t have a brain.

She should cover up. Hide her skin

Then maybe our men wouldn’t sin.

Let’s blame her. Let’s call her a easy

Because it could never be that our men are sleazy.

She’s so beautiful and so pretty

It just makes us feel extra shitty

We’d rather judge her wanton ways

How else would we spend our boring days?

(c) Slumpless

 

 

 

Too ‘Lout’

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You dragged your keys across the table

Ground your teeth in your sleep

Your breathing was too loud

Your voice too soft.

When you ate, the food would splutter out

When had you turned into such a lout?

I used to tremble when you touched me

When did it become a shudder?

(c)Slumpless