She walks down the street
with her tits to her knees,
and then sitting down,
crossing and scratching.
You know those ain't fleas.
She's an urbanite, yes she is.
living in cement, no car as for
no parking, no pets and no kids.
There isn't a lot of money
for its well spent on the "me" image.
Coke, grass, and a little liquor,
whichever is grandeur.
and sex, ya sure!
Which ever artist will dick her.
Because she is a little fat pig
but hides it well in black.
Even has a black wig
and thats a fact.
Author notes
Do you know this woman...
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Comments
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Lol, this is biting and wonderful, I thankfully don't live in an urban setting, but as I recall driving through occasionally, this woman was there!
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An interesting little piece this and I like the "little fat pig" bit as it reminds me of my next door neighbour, except that she is a big fat pig.
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