Slim guys with one long finger nail,
Waiting to inhale,
They’re fake bitches,
With tight britches,
Putting their sin before others,
You are judged,
By their noses, smudged,
With dust and pageantry.
Fitted shirts and a desire for skirts,
Not chased but worn,
They have the sniffles,
The shakes and easy breaks,
Yet the bitches never get anywhere,
You are heckled,
By losers and jackals,
Pageantry for more dust.
Your truth takes time,
The victory slow,
20 years later you’ll know,
They were the lost,
The cunts, the losers,
Your nose is clean,
Your nails no vice,
So fuck’em and be nice.
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