Bitch

Flat chested fiend
Tugging at her weave
Faeces spilling from that gaping hole
The same one she uses to eat

Rooms of stances she sits with
Reeks of her verbal filth
Swarm of eye rolls flourish where she goes
A nemesis to all things discreet

Before my fists start chatting to that upturned nose
Let’s sit somewhere else.

Bitch

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© Hazim Haemoglobin 2012

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