Lots of people do think I’m a slut,
But it’s not like it’s open and shut…
I could fuck day and night,
But who wouldn’t, like, right?
(Though I do love a cock up my butt!)
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Though he’d thought she was taking the mickey,
Her sayin’ she fancied a quickie,
She did mean it, but,
Cheeky damn little slut,
An’ her pussy was runny n sticky!
Wokeness
He just said stuff like that to provoke…
Like, to call her a slut, for a joke…
And like… what if she were?
It was okay with her…
And, in fact, he was pretty… like… woke!
Cheating
So, her husband was cheating, she’d learned,
Which, in fact, she’d already discerned.
Some damn cheap little slut…
It was curious, but,
That she found herself quite unconcerned.
Particularity
The term slut seems a little abusive…
She might be… it isn’t conclusive.
She likes fucking, yeah,
Whom, she doesn’t much care…
She’s, like, just a bit over-inclusive.
Friends
The guys called her a slut, although, mainly,
She just fucked her friends… but still, plainly,
She had quite a lot…
Some whose names she forgot,
Though she’d tried to keep track of them, vainly.
Pearl jam
Tits and face caked with globs of pearl jam,
Cum like snot dripping out of her clam,
She though “God! I’m a slut!
Fuckin cum-bucket, but,
Funny thing is I don’t give a damn!”
Moving on
She stopped fucking, looked sort of perplexed,
And said “What do you mean? Oversexed?
‘Cause I think fucking’s fun?
Well move over. You’re done.
And your cock’s bloody small, ain’t it? Next!
Nature or nurture
“Wanna suck?” she says, down on her knees,
And she gives it a rub and a squeeze…
It ain’t like she’s a slut…
Her big sister is, but.
And her mum. And her old man’s a sleaze.
Standing on her dignity
“Look, I know that I’m, like, well endowed,
And I know, when I come, I’m quite loud…
But I just wanna say…
I ain’t no slut. Okay?
And three does seem a bit of a crowd.