Don't look at my thighs with your hungry eyes,
I'm much more than a feast for a beast!
Under my skin is no place to begin.
Wise are my eyes to your material disguise!
Your out of control! Do you buy what you've sold?
Your clothes have stripped you bare.
Your as real as the color of your hair.
Do they really know you slaughter hope with your phone?
And when you drive your Escalade,
This war becomes a big parade.
Your hair is as slick as the Exon on your fish.
Go ahead! Eat that dish as you wish for a kiss!
You lack what I love! You kill my peace doves!
Your look is as severe as what you've took!
Your look kills! Aids in creating oil spills!
Breaking my constitution for your material delusions!
A contest entry
- Bleed For Me... by infinitechaos07.
600 points, ended February 1, 27 entries
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Comments
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Hmm, this is really good... took me a couple times of reading it before I understood it though lol. Thanks for entering my contest and best of luck!
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