Ode to a Slut
Did I say I wanted to go home with you tonight
Did I say I wanted to fuck you in the ass
I don’t want a piece of your cauliflower cunt
You’re a lying, thieving, fucking little tramp
You California whores piss me off so bad
Bragging to your friends about every guy you’ve had
You think you are the shit
Because you are part of a little scene
I just want to cave your face in with my size fourteen
If you could see my beating heart
You would see its beating hate
From all the lies and deceptions
You feed me when we date
Your best friend is a whore
She fucked fifteen guys last night
I was numbers two and ten
To the little sluts delight
You snort meth in your car
Through a straw in a jar
You are bleeding me of every cent I have
If you don’t stop this fucking shit
I’m gonna through you in a ditch
And carve a note in your chest to your dad
Your last boyfriend he is dead
I put a bullet in his head
Because he said I didn’t have the nuts to do it
I proved him he is wrong
Now he’s part of your song
Guess I showed the little piece of shit
I don’t give a damn about your family or your friends
They just a bunch of stupid assholes
Doin’ time in the pen with my Mom
original poem by Brian T Robertson
