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Poison Apple

 


Baby, I am no Snow White,
I am hardly fairest of them all.
You can try your best to take my kingdom,
And have me take a fall.

I am not afraid to crawl through a sewage pipe,
Give and take 500 yards—
And still rise to the top,
No matter how much you fumble up with my dealt cards.

You can drench that tasty treat,
And act as if you had me beat.
But if you try to poison me,
I will spit it right back on your face—
Because I walk my own road,
Not a rat like you,
Who tried to play me and then said
I am stuck in a maze.

You are no one's charming prince,
Let everyone see you wince.
The fact you said you'd rather be with a dumb one,
That you are happy you dodged an effing c*nt...
That you would rather climb someone tall,
And that I am only a runt...
If that's true,
Go ahead and do a witch hunt.

Because you can try—
But I rise from ashes,
No matter how much I am burnt.

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