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To all the fucking, finger sucking, deep self loathing, constant moaning, never home - ing girls i’ve ever met,

I could tell you all at once, the things that make your lives go wrong, bar cigarettes and unprotected sex.

You’re laugh is vile and all the while, you’re smiling like you’ve still got style,

When really your tits are low and your over-weight.

You float around and wink at boys, browse a catalogue for lewd crude toys

Before going home alone to masturbate.

As a man, as a sinner, as a loser or a winner,

I can see a girl like you from miles away,

Downing alco-pops at night, holding crack cocaine for Dwight,

Because your desperate and you know you’ll get a lay.

If i were you i’d top myself, you’re just another on the shelf,

Turned spiteful through the awful things you’ve seen,

Another day another dollar, tied to a leash with a red dog collar,

You’re rotting from inside, you need a clean.

But are you the one to blame for this? Or are you like many, just one that missed 

What many take for granted every day?

A place to live, lunch and dinner – actually WANTING to get thinner,

And parents who love you and like it when you stay.