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
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
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?
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?