gross

Hey Fat Fat,
Trust me on this one: you don't want to speak with her
She hasn't showered since Sunday
The hat's to hide the greasy roots
Her teeth still reek of sleep
Orbit isn't fooling anyone (what a joke!)
Stale deodorant mingles with fresh sweat
One eye brow is shorter than the other
Want to know why?
She's so crazy she was startled tweezing
So you don't want to talk to her
Sub-par
Apathetic
Two day old socks, wool at that!

Instead, look at me with my breasts my chest
My lips my hips
My eyes, stuck open with mascara
Isn't that cute?
I smell like a chain beauty story and my daddy's a motherfucking bastard and aren't those tears nice?
What about the running eye makeup, the snotty nose?
You see, this way lip gloss is an unnecessary expense.

Kisses,
Coco Bean