Phat Girls In Tats, Metal And Black - Poem by Pithy Marvel
Phat girls in black and tats and metal!
We've all seen 'them' in public, in the Mall
Usually short, tatted, well ironed not small
What's up girls with the blackness n pcs. of metal?
You could have been a flower or at least a petal!
Black clothes, hair, tacky tats, metal hanging
I guess that's how your attracting your nightly banging?
You know you are
the black sheep of society
Should be locked up,
You're a Threat to Sobriety
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They tell me Reagan closed your special Hotels
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