Don't Mind MeMature

%#*#&fest. Let it all out.

Come on over and sleep on my couch,
Hotbox my bathroom, I really don't mind.
Hit on my husband, I laugh, 
I LAUGH!
I'll drive you around all weekend, 
It's fine.
I'll cook you some dinner, 
I'll give you some room,
(Turn fans on behind you,
to clear out the AXE!)
But criticize everything
I ever do--
Act like you're better than me--
and fuck you.

The End

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