Poem By Panda Eyes

W is for Whore
With her smeared lipstick
And her dark secrets
My mind is locked
But I’m smiling
Because I’m about to open
My pandora box
And the anticipation
Is killing me
My skirt is talking to me
My hair is messed up
And I feel powerful
With my whoreful powers
Which I shall use
To cast a spell on you
And them
You cannot stop me
Because I am wonderful
And my whore particles
Have covered every inch of you.

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