Open legged and cross eyed. She screwed her way past the ill fated path fate had landed her on. Played fatal gamer of he said she said, waiting for her turn to get laid. Swore easy money was her hard earned honey. Jaws clenched, mouth open, she blew jobs, claiming life tasted too bitter for her to ride hard on legitimacy. Head in a daze, eyes covered in a starry glaze, running circles around the corporate maze. We all knew this was no phase. Trick played her tricks and got her kicks. Laying down her bricks but still building no future.
Professional social networker turned glorified hooker. Climbing ladders. Letting the lads climb her. Vicious cycle. Chanting fuck the masses, life's given me no free passes. Looks at good hearted philantropists and tells them to stick their supposed opportunities up their asses. It was never easy so she made it easy. Made herself easy. Adjusted her cookie jar for the hand that held the key to the biggest bar.
Never one to spit, she took what she got. Swallowed her pride and put her shame in the edges of a rusted conscience. Said moral thoughts can rot. She's living a dream.
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