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Dear, oh dear, oh dear ol' Nancy! (Bitchass Pants)

We aptly named thee  
yes, did we...  

Your pancake asscrack packed  
with swimming suit  
and the stick  
that you'd leave in your levee  
...never retrieving;  
a walking  
squawking  
human wedgie  
 
Clogged in avarice;  
you led the years, unrelieved  
Your voice like vinegar - egg white omelet  
a useless  
yolkless  
unsalted heart  

You ate egos (never Eggos)  
the fullest id on the table...  
fearing a full-fat life  
 
Skim friends were all you had  
in the end
Author's Note
For the "We're not gonna take it!" comp. About my old boss from the pool my husband and I worked at (and met at). She was a workout-a-holic, small, skinny, fat-phobic, way too tan, and MEAN. I actually feel pity for her, she's not a fulfilled person...
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