Dressed in black, dressed to impress the nymphomaniac
The girl was a Slovak, and always ready to attack. Doing
as she wished, abusing whoever was foolish enough and a
tad boorish. She was a lesbian whore, fed up with men
for evermore, ready to fuck girls galore, a real slut on a
mission to explore, wet cunts she envisioned for fucking sure
Then her whole world got shot out the door, a new school
was the reason why, there she tried so hard to fit in but
could only cry. Jocks outnumbered the girls five to one,
and all the girls were stuck up bitches with toy guns,
using dildo’s to masturbate, abusing their cunts to relate
The boys saw in the new girl an opportunity to mate, and so
they pursued the Slovak any way they could, reading her
books to woo her back from girls for good
If only these boys knew they stood not a chance, so dead
would be her desire for romance. Pretence she saw befall
as her only defence, deception to obscure what lay in
the depths of her soul, intentional trickery as a whole
These Jocks had not the balls, nor the control to pull
her from a maddening turmoil. Oh how can she survive the
role that she’s forced to play
Little Slovak girl, gay and so afraid, hairspray bimbos
pull her black hair and drag her through mud and fray,
and all she can do is cry in shame
Jocks with golden cocks try to cure her pain, restraint but
she must maintain, lust only for her kind, give herself only
to aligned women of similar minds, and to fuck unreserved
Oh little Slovak girl, caught up in a world so conservative
Aggressive Jocks downright offensive, abusive and blue
Fucked up and pursuing the Slovak shrewdly. Ugly Jocks after
her womanly flesh, swimming sperm ready to move in and thresh
fill her up with tadpoles fresh, and kill her passion for
lezzo tushes, if only her life was not in such a fucking mess
Cataclysm in the bush, too afraid to push for change
This little Slovak girl was to seek her revenge, lie through
her fucking teeth she would. Strange how her demeanour
now stood, and so she was ready once again to attack
Back dressed in black, ready to impress these Jocks and
bimbos alike, only this time as queen of deceit, and so her
metamorphosis was complete. Keeper of lies she had become
telling whoppers to every fucking one
Narrow minded fools thought she was an easy target, her
sadistic lies but they would one day regret, so naïve they
were to beset. Though how could they have known where her
mind was at, and so she ably spit and fucking spat to her
hearts content these fucking lies
Believe her they did, even believed that she could fly,
her wicked ways fucked them all stupid like blind squid
Unable to quit, unable to tell anyone that her lurid life
was a lie, the Slovak had for credence turned her sorry
life into this downward struggle
And so there she was encumbered by imaginary shrapnel
Keeper of lies, fucked up and ready to die. Keeper of so
many lies, sucked into a volcano high, crucified by such
fucked up lies. The Slovak was doomed to deny there her
deceitful crime, justify the lies till the end of her time
Author notes
Those who tell lies in the hope of acceptance might never survive the hype they create.
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Comments
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I hate lies they only lead to more lies and more trouble. If we all would tell the truth in the first place this world would be such a better place. What a thought provoking and powerful write thanks for sharing. hugs Theresa



