Psychic Bitches are Wired
Psychic Bitches are wired,
your vain questions, they grow tired.
If sympathy is your game,
you’d best not call these dames.
While you want answers of lace,
the Princess Paranoia will get in your face.
Pandora cracks the whip,
with a sneer, she calls you a dip.
Jane’s Inferno tips her wine glass,
with a smile she says, “Kiss my ass!”
Karma’s Venom says there is wisdom in strife,
probably learned it in another life.
If you say, “I want, I want, I want,”
Abbey Arachnid will get real blunt.
Ask of your love life if you dare,
Rhonda will love, stripping you bare.
If you think you really must ask,
Black Dahlia will take you to the task.
The Bitch from Hell smokes her cigarette,
and give you answers you will regret.
Hillary Holocaust says you are ADDL,
that is a steeple, short one bell.
Angelina Diabla drinks three beers,
studying how to bring you to tears.
Bitching Blaze consults the stars,
Karma’s Venom, the downtown bars.
If you want the silicone look,
you should peek at the Boss’s … Book.
If you think these bitches are mean,
you are right, its in their genes.
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