Thousand Man Sore

Written in the bathroom at a pizza hut i worked at once.

Everybody hates you, but they want some more

Passed out, dead to life on the floor

You leave no room to open the door

Now all you are is a f*****g w***e

Your lips, covered in the thousand man sore

The apple of eyes, till you start to bore.

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

What a work of art.

sounds like, well, a s**t.
or a prostitute for that matter. only one use.
no personality.