me and my wyrd sister collect wicked stares
from dirty old men panting in hot plastic chairs
sweaty from the seats of the polyester shorts
that don't give them room to breathe
and they shout, "over here! look at me, sweet tits!"
and lick their thin lips
and we laugh at them
these dirty old men
hoping their feelings will be hurt
and we walk away in our polyester skirts and shirts
so in style now
and think, "that's the nastiest thing i ever heard."
as if we would run on over and grab their shoulders
and mount them in our heat
right on the street
as if it's their meat we'd like to ride
so we run away in our polyester skins
so much like these mens'.

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