I don't like it when you tell me what to do.
Cause it makes me think, you think
I give two flying fucks about you.
Listen closely, baby boy
I know you think that I'm just your little toy.
But if you try to make my life hell,
the toy I'll be is Annabelle.
I'll keep doing what I do best,
let's see if this puts your worries at rest,
I like me just as I am.
This poem is proof, I don't need a man.
Sorry if it seems like I'm snarling,
but being a dick, doesn't make yours any bigger darling.
So sorry if I seem blunt.
It's just I do this thing called
WHAT I WANT.
Author Notes: Sorry that I haven't been able to upload recently!!! I am now in HS so my schedule may be a little bit different.