5 years ago. Sunday, February 16, 2020 at 12:01 PM
She grew up in every wrong place
She's dirty, her makeup is not grace
She's a switchblade, knife razor sharp
Not gentle strings, no strumming harp
Her wit and sarcasm, it all drips
Hers are not pink and pouty lips
She's no flower or demure petal
But rather made of steel and metal
No sugar coat, just straight bottom line
She has surpassed life number nine
Heavy penetrating, sometimes reflective
Intricate, profound, complex, so effective
There is no bottom to her stone well
She's a free fall, straight down to hell
MLG