Opinionated bitches

A thought inside your mind is just a sign that you are vicious

Shut your mouths

And hope that it will somehow make you thinner

Repressing thoughts for fears that someone may think you sound bitter

That’s not what you’re here for

 

 

You are to be seen and not heard

Your birds’ song is worthless

So Don’t say a word

The slit between you hips is

Your one and only purpose

So mother fucking strip,

Slut, work it

 

 

Pretty women don’t think

They cry their eyes out

And have too much to drink

Slowing their senses

Trying to dull cognition

And fooling themselves

Into a false contentment

(How dare you harbor resentment?)