Oct 16, 2010

The B*tch of the "508"

My blood starts to boil as I look at her, this type of rage no doctor could cure.
My words start to flow each worse then the last, her eyes fill up like im spewing tear gas.
It was bound to happen when you work with this brod, her being a manager shows me that this store must be flawwed.
She gets no respect she's as dumb as a moose, she's more shadier then any tree could produce.
I know apes that are smarter and pigs that are neater, she belongs in a zoo where people could feed her.
With a face like a horse and more acne then a teen, more grease in her hair then any trap or machine.
She's an uncleanly bitch her scent flies do follow, she eats so much food her stomach must be hollow.
Speaking of bellies hers is so hard to miss, it sags so low it must be hard to p*ss.
Tree trunks for ankles a neck just as wide, when she looks in the mirror her reflection must cry.
This beast of a he/she has made my life hell, but karmas a bitch and karma can just follow her smell. 

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