Another East Girl
Oh, there goes just another East Girl
She’s a druggie
She’s a prostitute
She’s pushing a baby buggy
She’s got horns
She’s got a camera
She’s got honeycomb thorns
She’s got amber eyes
She’s got money troubles
She’s robbing banks in disguise
She’s just across the border
She’s got a deep sickness
She’s ignoring that court order
She’s selling herself
She’s cutting deals and giving discounts
She’s ignoring self-help books on the shelf
She’s challenging the fox
She’s swallowing the dreams
She’s choking on big cocks
She’s hidden her head in shame
She’s full of vulgar vocabulary
She’s playing the pretentious game
She’s digging in the coal mine
She’s abandoning reality
She’s snorting the snow line
She’s cut her wrists in pain
She’s pickled her thoughts
She’s stewed her brain
She’s ignoring her kids
She’s falling asleep on the crapper
She’s twisting her dry eyelids
She’s chewing her tongue
She’s swallowing her porcelain teeth
She’s bleeding anal from horse’s hung
She’s drunk with anxiety out of state
She’s soaked her panties with her own golden piss
She’s lost her twin’s trajectory fate
She’s dug an early grave
She’s craving more remedies
She’s spread her legs for a wax and shave
She’s mistakenly a champion of impregnation
She’s up all night and sleeps all day
She’s attempted her abuser’s castration
She’s living in the never-ending nightmare
She’s positive for gonorrhea and syphilis and chlamydia
She’s regretting fucking scum men so bare
She’s abominable and alone
She’s frail and fragile
She’s rotten to her very last bone
She’s hanging on to her last thread
She’s lost and buried her past
She’s without an obituary now dead
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