Old B's.

The bitterness of old women
Tastes so sour  
I have a theory
Solidified by the hate this broad kept speaking through
Without even knowing
That a 35 year old
Divorcee  
With no kids  
And no plans for that white picket
Is the ticket
A lot of bitches
Are punching
 
As she smokes another cigarette
Speaking of the disrespect  
That girl dared have
With her big breasts
 
'and you know the type, that lays a man out
And makes him do shit'
 
Ha
 
I try not to laugh as I realize
This
Is what every old lady
At every Walgreens, Disney trip, five guys ride, family gathering
 
Was thinking
As they hatefully stared
Yet never bit at me
 
And I think to myself
Laughingly
How this old lady  
Would have her titties out now
Should anyone want to see them
And also
How she thinks
No man would want it
 
(Men love skin and there are so many that would still do you, boo, that short change came from your own register)
Honey
 
So in essence:
You're an old crotchety bitch  
Who came from a Puritan generation
Which you blame for the silence  
Of your existence  
Through time
 
You never got to do what your son's girl is doing now
And I'm not sorry he called you a bitch so fowl
Your salty ass mouth speaks to what happened
And I think old ladies like you
Need to shut the fuck up about career women
Allow all to admire, those young girls show whom skin
I tire of sexually frustrated saints
Free from sin.