Bacchae Read
I am not your inspiration
I am not your waiting muse
I won't indulge this conversation
I'm not here for you to use
Guys like you like Charles Bukowski:
Yearning for a misspent youth
Your midlife crisis panacea is
Not me and you knocking boots!
You think than you can put me down
To get me hot and f..ck around
But I am rubber, you are glue:
The shit you blow comes back to you
You hate your wife, you hate your kids
Your underwear is full of skids
You think you'll sweep me off my feet;
You think your heart is really deep
Condescension in your eyes:
A look your smile cannot disguise
In your mind I'm lying prone;
Let me read my book alone
Let me read my book alone, oh
Let me read my book alone
P-U-A F-U-C-K, look
Let me read my f..cking book!
Your toxic masculinity
Is not a pheromone to me
You're just a bother and a bore
And no one's told you so before!
Read my lips, I'll tell you now:
Your words are sick; your face is foul
I think it's time this asshole knew:
I do not exist for you!
Condescension in your eyes:
A look your smile cannot disguise
In your mind I'm lying prone;
Let me read my book alone
Let me read my book alone, oh
Let me read my book alone
P-U-A F-U-C-K, look
Let me read my f..cking book!
