The Bitch
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revised 061516
There you are again out making your loud noise
Who do you think you are? You think you’re a big star?
Driving your beat out pimp car and scouting for young boys
You cannot shine, you have no heart you have no soul
Lost in in your mind, weaving your lies inside a black hole
I am happy you are gone I don’t need you, don’t need hate
Maybe if you sobered up but I believe it is far too late
You’re trapped in your delusional lies where you lie in wait
Out digging for worms and maggots of men for toys
You are the ***** when was the last time your child ate
Blaming everyone else for all your failures; pathetic mistakes
Hiding away with a look of greed on your face like a scar
Made out of the lives you ruin driving your beat out pimp car
Making some more hot money the same way again and again
Going to bars to play and licking for pay in the rooms for men
So happy you are gone I don’t need you, I don’t need hate
Keep on driving away go out again making your loud noise
I can’t hear you anymore from the screams of young boys
In the darkness where you are stoned drunk scratching your itch
Everyone who knows you, knows that you really are the *****
Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2016
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