Butterface Poem by Avernus Sans Pitie

Okie bitches, living free in the night,
Pills and smoking weed, feeling alright,
Weaves so tight, like the vibes they bring,
Drunk on drama, waiting on the phone ring.
Hot Cheetos rolling deep in the scene,
Taking selfies, talking shit, living small dreams.
They just want to get high, on the sunset they glide,
Charging their phones, throwing their pride aside,
Laying around twerking, they don't care,
Okie bitches doing what they want, everywhere!
Making McDonald's runs, just to fill the void,
Washing their pussies in the sink, life's a joy,
Was that a leg, never mind it was a boy
Swipe left, swipe right, that filter is gonna lie,
Living for the moment, under neon-lit sky.
Through the Wi-Fi grind, didn't pay the bill
Didn't pay the bill their phone is out of reach,
They'll keep the joint lit, it's the lesson they teach.
Sometimes the night feels heavy on their souls,
In the chaos, they try to find a way to feel whole,
Underneath it all, they're chasing the thrill,
Small dreams at 32 they are already over the hill.
Here's to the nights, laughter that rings,
Watching their child support checks take wings,
Pills and weed, they don't know they are done,
Wine and Catland their future under an Okie sun.
Okie bitches, living free in the night,
Pills and smoking weed, feeling alright,
Weaves so tight, like the vibes they bring,
Drunk on drama, waiting on the phone ring.
Here's to the nights, laughter that rings,
Watching their child support checks take wings,
Pills and weed, they don't know they are done,
Wine and Catland their future under an Okie sun.