I Don't Want to Hear You Bitch

"Geezy Cheesy Ma'dam Curry

Add a little more rotten fish

...To your salad?"

"This sh** Don't stink

babycakes

cause my sh** Don't stink.

It's always Rosie Posey."

"Try all ashy Lacey...

maybe dressy

but certainly completely stinky."

"Check yourself!"

"I can't check myself.

I'm not spellcheck

I sold the copyrights,

to all my action

to a man, the man."

"A man, any man

how '50s in a tin can.

Bleed for their seed.

I digress that that's...

a chauvinistic mess."

"As opposed to the

age of enlightened females

where

You're spending 13 hours a day

manicuring your dignity away.

A self-affection

through a veiled reflection,

on your,

smarter than you phone."

"Stitches...

Laughing my f***ing ass off!

You kill me!

Literally. (serious glare)

My parts are all dirty,

Rosie Posey... but

caked with filth

over the work I'm dealt."

"Nooooo... But,

You reflect the sun,

flocks bask in your inflated pool.

You're like an explosion of pink puffy cotton,

smells of rainbow sprinkle jimmies,

chocolate fondue fountain,

Rock candy mountain.

It's enough to make me vomit."

"Detection, detection...

You're a workday mess.

You have grime under your nails,

no wind in your sails.

Ew... Cracked, dried, rough,

and fried.

(dropped hand after close inspection)

Jealousy is so yesterday,

such a wannabe hardass

But... not so,

not quite.

The truth hurts

were fakeness pays."

"We shouldn't be rude,

it's impolite.

My skin is... wearing thin

So... You're right!

Kiss, Kiss

Smooch, Smooch

Air hugs and winks.

Love you more than most!"

"No, no... dear,

most of all!"