Cassie

Da hates the pen, your stomach turns to rope, Ma stands there bereft, if you really want class, consider them gone, never eat grass, be the first to liken, dope as their stroll, you the chosen one, if they can’t be assed, to leave you alone, poison their matches, don't even pretend, they might atone, the mess they’ve left, with their ugly dash, to one another’s phone, don’t care what happens, when you say you’ll help, make the little ones cope, what then, who needs them at home, we’ll slice our own cord.