Pinky Bipolar Blues
I used to be the kinda girl
who’d fight with another girl
over a bag of trash;
over a bag of trash, man
over a trashman
Ha!
I used to be the kinda girl
who’d strip with another girl
to get under a fan
to win over a fan,
to get over on the man
Ha!
I used to know Pinky-
a basic whore-cheesing mouse
who lived in a glass house,
ran with a lost soul, strapped;
ran into her own trap,
ran spitting the hunger rap
Yo!
Pinky turned pale as a ghost
when forced to face the host
broken glass-sharp-dull heart;
broken bottle-false start
broken personna(s) empty cart
Go! Pinky, Go!
Haunt me now with bad bitch wisdom
Shame is a dollar store thief in The Kingdom
I remember pieces of Pinky
and
The
Blues.
Horror Sleaze Trash 