Don’t clock a look

Don’t be selfish you stuck up cunt.
I know you’re lying, I know you can’t
decipher when I need to go to bed,
it’s past midnight… Well go ahead!
Turn me into your pumpkin prize,
You don’t want to, well no surprise.
So leave me here with your judging glare,
with a 20 bag and one last beer.

Goodnight.

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