Hey Mr. Big Shot, Here’s Your Receipt

So you paid 13K for an escort after your dad died?
And I tried to care about you, what a wild ride.
Did Daddy whisper in your ear from beyond the grave,
"Go on, son, warm your bed, and be brave"?

You think you can shame me, drag my name through mud?
Honey, I’ve walked through fire, I’ve bathed in blood.
Done being the girl who cries over men like you,
Who molested me since I was small, it’s true.

Asked people like you to protect me from the start,
But you’re just devils in disguise, tearing me apart.
You come for me? I'll come for your crew,
Your mothers, your sisters—bet they don’t know the real you.

No more trying to understand your sick games,
Keep running back to the escorts you pay, I’m done being played.
You think you’re a king?
I’m done with people who only know how to bring me down.

I’m here to spit facts, and you’re here to choke,
‘Cause I’m burning the bridges, and you’re going up in smoke.
So take your 13K story and watch it decay,
I’m done with all the fuckery, and there’s nothing left to say.

Comments

Game Of Fire and Ice

Hey Mister, Why won't you play a game of Twister? I promise I won't play coy. Won't you love it if I were your only toy? You can be the Lion in the boardroom, Then make me roar in the bedroom. Let's play the game of fire and ice. You bring the sugar, and I get the spice. I am praying by myself these nights, Drowning my moans when the city sleeps tight. We can play the game of Super Sonic, And then have our own race over some gin and tonic. So find me, like an app can find a phone. No, I won't bring out my Medusa and turn you into stone. I have been getting over my fears, Learned to make my tears into spears. You can take me as you like. We can go until we hear the third strike.

Polished Sins

A suit and tie, that polished smile, Covering up sins stacked mile by mile. They flaunt “new love,” someone else’s child— A ready-made story, perfectly styled. They’ve “levelled up,” or so they preach, But on someone’s pain, they made their reach, With vows of loyalty, words so neat, While another’s screams lie beneath their feet. Oh, they “moved on” to brighter skies, Leaving someone broken, with silent cries. They mount new heights, they shout and boast— Scaling peaks on another's haunted ghost. So smile for the camera, flash your pride, Show off the life that you tried to hide. For we know the truth beneath your gleam— A hollow show, a self-made scheme.

Till You Sing

Some would say men went to war for women like you, But I would still choose war if it meant choosing you. You say you write in amorous lines, But I would let you be the woman of my tribe. You had your adventures Under The Buda Moon, But have you been loved past noon? So I can see you shine like a magical flower, In the quiet warmth of the golden hour. The invisible strings pull at my heart Can I do justice to your name? Caress you right, Till you sing like a Carnatic hymn. Inspired by the author of Under The Buda Moon, Veena Rao

Cruising Alone

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