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Pepper Sprayed

Pepper wasn’t a Me Too kind of girl She was an I One type Her spirit blood wasn’t universal, it didn’t transfuse well with chauvinistic males Pepper would spray the verbal hell bells, if a fella’s testosterone pride started to swell Being kicked into a higher double octave range, will make a sorry drake soul sing Make ‘em feel the angry queen bee sting Pepper wasn’t raised to be a Me Too kind of girl No ma’am, she had an I One type single mama Don’t touch my jewel, her mama said to the suitor men who were eyeing moving in I spying her daughter on a cracked bedroom door pretext pretend, would get ‘em the maternal broomstick end Upside the head skull cracking Like mother, like daughter — Pepper could fight Getting caught vulnerable in the clutches with her, could leave you walking eunuch for life Pepper could spray the knuckle hell bells, if an alpha fool misogynist ego started to swell She’d teach you to treat a woman with respect, or mister dog you’re going to jail: hurt and limp, with an in-between the legs tail If Pepper ever say Me Too to you, brother ... then you better know that you have a best friend that’s a soul tight lover

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 1/31/2018 11:45:00 PM
That's the kind of lady i want by my side!
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Date: 1/31/2018 11:33:00 PM
I've a fabulous name for that character, Pepper Potts...BUT SHE AIN'T NO PEPPER POTTS...I'm thinking that character has her feet on the ground, takes no prisoners and is as solid as a rock...my kind of gal. Adding this one to the favourites.
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