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The pretty girls (Free verse) by sunfloweronfire To all the pretty girls
With all their giddy twirls
Their heady scents
And posh accents
Their pocketfuls of cash
Their mascara masquerades
False chest parades
Clicking nails
Painted toenails
And Shorts as small as their brains
And when they cavort past me
With daddy's cashcards clung firmly
My self-esteem smacks the floor
As their egos soar
When they steal a glance my way
And have they a reason to look at me so smugly?
Giggling at me with glee
But ah contraire!
No need to stare
I know I'm ugly as muck
But I'll sleep tonight, when it dawns on me that,
At least I'm not a pretty f**k
Up the ladder:
Thy Lovely Eyes
Down the ladder:
Mary Mother
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Posted: July 19, 2002 1:05 PM PDT; Last modified: July 19, 2002 1:05 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.336177 Overall Rank: 3441 Comments:
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razorgrin @ 142.166.108.163
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19-Jul-02/1:27 PM
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and you, unlike them, won't sleep with a billion assholes and wind up with an embarrassing disease or a kid. Also, you can likely look forward to growing older without monthly boobjobs and so many facelifts that you resemble a sphincter. here's a hint: water thrown to the face makes mascara run, blinding them and leaving you free to pop their inflato-falsies with a pin.
now now no need for that
Haha, I loved it! Funny, but with a point. 9!
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