Netcees - Hysterectomy? I laugh, hysterically.

The bitch can't harbor a soul, or garner a life.
A troll in jester's clothes living just so others could pipe.
Just let it happen bitch. Lay on your back like you're used to.
No buns to produce. That hysterectomy gave you some loose screws.
Don't mistake that manic desperation for brilliance, Ho.
This is a test of resilience and you're not willing to go.
So now you must be broken. Locked down and busted open.
Treated like the troll you are for letting insecurity enter your focus.
You've had your share of kids, but now you just get Netflix-and-chilled.
No breakfast, bitch. Hit that exit, no plan B pill.
No need for it. You succeed at whoring, you horrid creature.
What's gotten into me this morning?
Maybe being positive is boring, regardless of how much I was enjoying it.
She gonna take this dick and like it. I won't even need to force it.
Because the second I whipped it out, it was an automatic forfeit.