Dirty White Girl's - Poem by James McLain
Through her window, green lips I looked.
Dirty white girl with that look.
The back of her puffy white hand.
that roll off her lips.
The hole in her other mouth.
I saw her slip her finger in.
And smell them.
Cottage cheese and pineapple pinstriped.
Good nutrition drinking milk.
Dirty little-known white girl.
Better than me,
through your open window I pee.
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