i found this yesterday in an old journal from highschool. i thought it was interesting and was worthy of transciption. i still fucking hate those moms that used to sit in their minivans and shoot the shit from car window to car window while waiting to pick up their brat from varsity soccer practice. but i forgot about them, so that's something.
And oh what will they say?
Eyes wide like guppies
As I stroll on down past their picket fences,
Past their green grass a-growing.
And oh it felt good today
As my thighs swayed like ocean tides
While I strutted my cat like pride
To the soccer moms with station wagons a-shining.
Say now 'what’s your story? oh we know.'
They say in a much less friendly way
Inside their shallow minds twirling.
Wouldn’t they love to know the secrets I’m not sharring.
But they just bide their time
As I pass on by
And turn to stare into my lurid eyes
Must forget my presence is their demise
My shadowed grin disturbing.
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