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You,

old and experienced,

little belittling me.

Talking loud,

foolish self-important dribble.

Just zip it and make me feel

like

a Goddess.

I confess,

I am tired indulging you

wearing this skimpy dress,

your breath smelling yellow,

does it hurt to wipe the cigarette stain,

under your parchment wrinkled nose.

I am no who-se, Not one of those,

the only thing where women are for,

if I hear you rant and rant,

I wonna run,

just make me go fast enough

sweet adrenaline gland,

now he is trying to make me understand,

what just isn’t more important

what I have to say or feel,

no sir, big words don’t give you sex-appeal.

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