Flavour of the Day
By Robin

I bet you think you're so cool
With the scars on your body
You tell everyone about your last boyfriend
Or maybe it was the time you wanted to die
You can't seem to remember.

Fuck your act.

Talking to you is like
Conversing with a stereotype
Look at your pentagram tatoos
Your upside-down crosses
How much of you is real?

Fuck your image.

Every other word you say is 'fuck'
And fuck you do - often
Oversexed but never loved
You may brag about your conquests
But in the end you'll be left alone.

Fuck your sex.

I bet you think you're so cool
With the scars on your body
Look at your pentagram tatoos
You may brag about your conquests
But you're really just the flavour of the day.



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The above is copywritten to me. Which, now that I think about it, is actually kinda disturbing.