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Jen James

Deep in the ghetto of Brooklyn    
By way of Ol’ St. Louis    
Lives a girl who’s a whole lotta woman    
And smokes weed ‘til her brain’s gooey    
She juggles balls in her backyard      
Like a mother fuckin’ circus clown    
Then struts around like a try-hard    
Wannabe Foxy Brown      
If you stuff her face with dark chocolate    
She’ll get down on all fours    
And let you stick it in her cock socket   
In the great outdoors    
When she was a cheerleader    
She got dropped on her head    
That's why she’s such a slow reader    
And explains the weird things she’s said    
But don’t dare think of lying to her      
‘Cos that is her pet peeve    
She hates it more than getting water    
Splashed on her hair weave      
She loves lookin’ at herself in the mirror    
Sometimes for hours on end    
And dudes I can't make this any clearer    
Be decisive if you're her boyfriend    
‘Cos this honey don't want no scrub    
Who can't make up his god damn mind    
So if you can’t make a fuckin’ choice bub    
You ain't gonna be tappin’ that behind      
And beware she’s got a criminal streak    
She admitted that she’d rob a bank    
Yow! The girl’s a SUPER FREAK    
And her ass needs a good hard spank    
Now even though she hasn't got      
One of the worlds quickest brains    
In the right light she almost looks hot    
Talkin’ ‘bout that girl called Jen James    
Written by RexDurkin
Published | Edited 24th Aug 2019
Author's Note
This poem is based on the answers volunteered by the subject in a private interview.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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