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The boys, they do
Not look at me
For I do not
Have double D's
And so I wait
With pained unease
In search of boys
To take pity

On me

The boys, they do
Not want to kiss
A girl whose looks
Are so remiss
And so my life
Has known no bliss
A boy is still
On my wish list

I'm pissed

They boys, they want
What I am not
They want a girl
Who's smoking hot
And so I sit
And so I rot
Oh what to do
With my life's lot?

Smoke pot
Get shot
Cry like a bitch
Finish this poem later after watching My Super Sweet 16