By: Stacy Murphy
Everything about me
everything you want
My lips, my eyes
Cunt to clavicle
it’s all a trap of my father’s design.
You seem like a nice wolf
and it sure is a shame
The things I have to do to you
But a girl’s gotta eat,
you know?
You seem so sweet
so don’t you think
you should be on your way?
See, we’re almost through the woods
and I can see Gramma’s place up ahead
and if you just turn back now
everything could be ok.
I know what you want
you’re just like the others
bit there’s still time
before my father comes
although
you look so tasty
and a girl’s gotta eat,
you know?
Hear the rustle, Wolfie?
See the shaking trees?
Why didn’t you turn back?
It’s too late now
but it won’t hurt
my father’s fast
and it’s oh so sharp
and you seemed so sweet
but a girl’s gotta eat,
you know?