And girls in short skirts showing
Wishfully good legs
And tight tank tops
Wear it well.
Their thick made-up eyes
And pasty pink lips
Curving into their first
"Come hither" smile
Will learn the truth
After being beaten back
Raped
Lied to.
They will learn
Yet seventeen is the new twenty-five
Because bitches bearing
Cutting scars
In flesh and mind,
Adorned in confidence
That only those truly borken
And recovered
Can wear like a robe
Tailored to the tastes
Of truth and beauty,
Are the ones who know
The kids aren't alright.
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