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From my poem "7 ate 9" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- https://suno.com/s/KSQPXPg2SPzcc3qd. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
What's up miss popular? People know about your greed Ya, got the text. The "Hey, dotard, don't talk to me freak," The average joe, and those silly electronics" Please, Click Itch, labeling others as the smelly geek So many countless hours cushioning in luxury Preparing to feed your lust, her dinner platter Feasting on periodic table and splitting bonding Then misguided paparazzi ask what’s the matter? Primer, foundation, contour and glow, Concealer to hide what you don't want to show. Blush on the cheekbones, lashes in bloom, Eyeshadow smudged in a twilight gloom Liner sharp as secrets kept in the dark Lips drawn crimson, a finishing mark Smile for the camera, oh wicked queen Dr. Gluttony's remedy, a coke and Mentos Pridefully smiling as other families shatter Expecting everyone’s contributions to the plate Because, you are the modern-day narcissistic whore The search engines have endless pages on the topic Upon your illusion throne, craving and wanting more Deep down in the shadows, harbors your anger and wrath Enviously fishing for a fresh party's primate Primer, foundation, contour and glow Concealer to hide what you don't want to show Blush on the cheekbones, lashes in bloom Eyeshadow smudged in a twilight gloom Liner sharp as secrets kept in the dark Lips drawn crimson, a finishing mark Smile for the camera, oh wicked queen Yep, Scarlett, Megan and Kelly all have perfect cups But don’t worry, over time your bim-bims will deflate Sorry, Brittany and Jen both have the perfect butt Though your horoscope says, “glutes are going to inflate” Ma'am Trash Troll, you have not the cash flow of Uncle Sam What A disgusting branded pathetic child you are Your future will be a shabby truck driver's pit stop Slothfully dreaming of becoming a super star Lust wears her halo made of neon lights Greed counts her pearls while the peasants mourn Sloth sells her soul on countless sleepless nights Envy laces each rose with spiteful thorns Gluttony drowns in the feast she adorns Wrath lines her lips with a smirk and a blade Pride shows a smile that the mirror scorns Primer, foundation, contour and glow Concealer to hide what you don't want to show Blush on the cheekbones, lashes in bloom Eyeshadow smudged in a twilight gloom Liner sharp as secrets kept in the dark Lips drawn crimson, a finishing mark Smile for the camera, oh wicked queen La la, la la, laaa laaa, la la Primer, foundation, contour and glow Concealer to hide what you don't want to show Blush on the cheekbones, lashes in bloom Eyeshadow smudged in a twilight gloom Liner sharp as secrets kept in the dark Lips drawn crimson, a finishing mark Smile for the camera oh wicked queen La la, la la, laaa laaa, la la ooooohhhh wicked queen La la, la la, laaa laaa, la la oooOOooooohhhhooooo oh wicked queen Smile for the camera Oh, wicked queen

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