Mid-Priced Coffee, Mid-Priced Life
i doubt i could be that girl,
smiling on the cover,
with crooked teeth and khakis.
shes never tasted cum,
or smoked a joint before christmas dinner.
because her parents have money,
thats why she lies on a manicured lawn.
thats why she needs to work.
to be a pharmasist.
a teacher.
another drone in morning traffic,
sipping midpriced coffee
and talking on a motorola.
living a mid-priced life,
i doubt i could act as well as she can.
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