You know the type
Wears dark eye makeup
That would scare away blackbirds
Prude, bitch—needs a lesson in
manners
Punk-ass rebel without a cause
She was stolen by…
Who the fuck knows
She was read to as a child
Came from a good family
Daddy loved her dearly
Then she lost herself
Had no sense of direction
Just wanted to have fun all the
time
Snubbed her nose at common values
and decency
Garbage and rage spouting out of her
speakers
Even the sweet roses were
manufactured, made in China
She wouldn’t recognize a true
emotion
If it sideswiped her at 80 miles
per hour
Guess she had it with authority
Even before authority had much of
a role
She was conforming to her brand
of nonconformity
So what was there to respect?
What she didn’t realize was she'd have to work with it
As much as it sucked
Doesn’t help to work against it
for no good reason
Pitiful attempts seem to feel
good only for a time
Too
bad we’ve all gotta toe the line(Draft #2, July 19, 2016)
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