Slut, posing in skirts,
posing in shorts,
posing in nothing.
Slut, prancing in heels,
prancing in pink,
prancing in fakebake.
Slut, wearing angry man on her arm,
wearing fake,
wearing barely anything.

Slut, my how you’ve grown.
Back in the days,
when you got your basketballs out on the courts for the boys.
Girls like you don’t fall in love.
They only fall in lust.
You’re not even attractive, there is no intelligence.
Your voice is ear-scratching.
Slut, how its too late to change.
We’ve all made our minds up.
Slut.
Once, always.