Whore Score
Boys keep score of the amount of whores they slept with
losing their virginity at twelve years old, never told they should've kept it
I guess it's just boys being boys and everyone accepts it
but I bet if it was you're little girl it'd be a cold day in hell before you ever let them forget that they'd regret it
but as you constraint You're daughters and spoil your sons.
You're putting bullets in the gun that your son uses to desecrate female humanity
because it starts at 12 but he never stops selling himself short by giving away his genitalities
he starts to conceive in his mind that it's okay to have sex and call it just friends
It's okay to have a double digit body count before they could read ten plus ten and subtract seven,
that girls are just tally marks on their whore board one after another after another
don't care if their slumming or bumming
don't care about the knowledge that's in their mind and how much time she put in waiting for the perfect guy to give it to
because you fantasize in your mind about how she's just another perfect screw
it doesn't matter if she's a virgin
Your the one she gotta give it to
because what are girls; just bodies with holes
no brains no hearts no feelings no souls
just dummies and fools
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