A Girl - Poem by James Pritchard
She's so annoying, when she talks,
and she complains a hella lot.
Always about these stupid boys,
who treat her like their toys.
The one just used,
the other one just abused.
She thinks she's all that,
but never has a good comeback.
She doesn't wear underwear,
we can always see her butt bare.
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