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.

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The Spotted Cucumber

One fine day, tired of "always my way," I reached for comfort, or maybe just a craving. Picked up a spotted cucumber— Seemed harmless enough, so why not? But the moment I touched it, it pricked. Unwanted timber in my hands, Yet I let it be—what else could I do? Hunger led me to peel its layers, Only to find the filth it hid underneath. Worms writhing where freshness should be, Rot, disguised as something nourishing. I thought it was doing me a favor, But all it did was make me sick. Never knew comfort could leave such a taste— Bitter enough to spill my guts out. Next time, I’d rather reach for something rich, Something warm, indulgent, and worth my time. A smooth, chocolaty éclair— Rather than ever go for such a comfortable, unhealthy affair.

Us Two

As the hands struck two… Can you feel my hands on you? The power of the universe with just us two I am so into you. Who’s counting the minutes? Only we know what we brew. Even if the world fades to dark, We shine brighter in our spark. Your lips brush my nape, Undoing the shyness of my drapes. As your fingertips trace me, I melt like that slice of brie.

Temptress

I wanna be your temptress, Get you down on my mattress. You be the king, I'll be your empress. I already have a clear purpose, You can trace every curve and surface. I've got one mission for you— Are you built for the secret service? Let me take a bite of that apple, Can you make me pray without taking me to the chapel? They call me a wolf, but I will bear your saddle, Make me howl like the moon's lone disciple. Either play this like a boring game of Scrabble, Or get your armor on and be ready for a passionate battle.

Cruising Alone

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