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How we accept our ladies

I made her into a figment
Obscure, not reality
Thought that the ideal
Would fill me full of glee

The clothes, the hair, the perfume
Places we ate, what we would drink
A manufactured barbie doll
Who cares if ever you did think

Just look like a million dollars
Fake smile eyelashes and all
Reception lines, polite chatter
To be on whenever the call

Realized that the fabricated being
That I was shaping in every way
Was what I wanted but not what I needed
Made a fool out of many of my days

So I suffer with my destiny
To have been such a slobbering ass
And continued my erroneous conduct
So shattered having not learned from my past


Written by JAZZMANOR
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