Whelk With Extensions and a Uniform
You’re fake to the bone,
Hair, face, friendship;
Fake, fake, fake.
Walking around the school halls like top dog,
While we laugh as an extension falls out.
Pushing out that flat chest trying to emphasis.
Walking around swinging those hips so much,
Girl, you should come with a hazard sign!
We wince as you use that deliberate shriek of a laugh.
You drape those orang-utan arms around his neck,
Craving his attention.
My man shakes you off and pulls me closer.
“Owww, what a whelk she is!” my man says to me,
I laugh and reply
“More like a whelk with extensions and a uniform!”
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