20 August 2016


She's a toy she can't get joy
She's a heartless man-made coil she can't twist the boy
She has no autonomy, no money
So she waits alone staring her enemy

He, who has spent his time with her solely
Now throw her noodle in that dirty sink
And let her suffer and run out of the shelter again with that pathethic belly!

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