To Whom It May Concern




I came looking for a friend

You came looking for a little T&A--

What makes you think I want to show my body to you?

I just wanna talk to someone

You tell me to look at your cock--

What makes you think I'm even remotely interested?

I came here to be with my friends

You came here to be entertained

What makes you think I'm your private peep show?

Do I have a sign on me that says "Whore for sale?"

Did you pay to get in to have rights to my body?

"Take off your clothes,"

"Pose for me,"--

What makes you think I care what you want?

I bet if you'd show a little intelligence

And stop drooling like some sex-starved freak

That you wouldn't be here looking for girls.

I bet if you'd talk to us like human beings

You wouldn't have to wait too long

Before we decide on our own to show.

I came here looking to have a good time

You came looking for a sick fuck's fantasy--

What makes you think that we give a damn?



June 28, 1997

Gypsy

 

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