School Girls

I knew a girl at school
Who'd shoved a barbie doll up her pussy
When she was just thirteen
We'd laugh about it in class  
And she'd shamelessly tell us the tales
I used to stand up for her in front of my crowd
For though she was as popular as us
She was fat and we were thugs
For my display of kindness
She offered me a blowjob
Then when I declined
The day after she got me in her mums bed
And played her grandma's porn tapes
While rubbing my ever soft cock
Wondering what my problem was
I hated her in that moment
I went along with it, and made myself hard
So that once my cock was erect
She felt no pleasure
Just the pain of rape
From one she thought was different
Natural born whores deserve no affection.
Another girl in the same year
Cheated on my now closest friend
With one of his then best friends
She fucked him impulsively and told everyone at school
And so my friend blamed himself
For taking her virginity
And "creating a slut"
Yet did nothing for revenge
I hated all three of them for that.
In the same year yet another girl
A large heffalump of a young lady
With a gob and belly to match the attitude
Ended up naked, semi-conscious in my bed
After a couple of hours drinking at one of my many parties
She clawed at my belt, tugged my jeans
And beckoned me to fuck her
I threw a glass of water over her
Made her get dressed, and sent her walking home
With half a mind to strangle the dumb bitch.
By the time we reached year 10
There was scarcely a single virgin left in my school year
As far as we knew anyway  
15 the mandatory "if you haven't by now you're frigid" fucking age
Each of them as easy as the next
You didn't ask, just felt for consent
A few glasses of vodka and some decent tunes
Was worth a nights fucking to the majority
So long as you "don't tell anyone, my boyfriend will kill us"
Waking up at ridiculous times in the morning
To sneak out of the house before being found
Then going about daily life as if nothing had happened
Because lets face it
It felt that way.  
All those falsified feline eyes
Lowering provocatively as each of us passed them by
Before perfectly manicured hands
Plucked make up and mirrors from handbags
To spend the lesson beautifying themselves
So that we might leave streaks across their faces
The black tears of senselessly sexualised pre-pubescent wannabe whores
Who lose all track of their surroundings
The moment the cunts get wet
Yet still they just act out for affection
mistaking the resulting attention
For good intentions and protection
Till the inception is finished
And the deception played out
Left with spread legs and sticky sheets
As the door shuts without a sound
"I'll see you about"  
About as far as relations seem to go for most
A quick and faceless fuck
For innocent batting eyelashes
Who adorn themselves in need-fullness and lust
Becoming temporary desires without substance
Wondering why no one loves them
Or why all the good men leave
Before flashing their tits
And saying "I'm all yours"
While ignoring the texts and calls from countless others
Who all heard the same
And saved the number for boring nights.
You could say I hate women
But really, it's rare that I meet one.  
 
(Again not entirely finished and scarcely punctuated yet still for tonight it stands, my apologies)