are you just trying her on for size?
wearing her with the tags on
returning it to the store
within those 28 days
seeing how she looks on your arm
before discarding her like a gum wrapper
feeling her up in the backseat of the car
then dropping her to the bus stop
taking her innocence with coaxing words
as you surf 'n turf her
i bet you're thinking she was a fine f*ck
as you block her number from your drug money phone
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I would like to translate this poem