Decide
 
There are decisions that I must make
There are things I don't want to give, but they want to take
So what do I do?
Do I use what I have and risk the abuse?
I'm about to blow a fuse....

The evil comes as the clock strikes 12
And Scores NY becomes my living hell
My clients stare and lust so hard
They squeeze and they drool and some look from afar.

I must be a star....

By DiamondFlower88

© 2008 DiamondFlower88 (All rights reserved)

 

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