Confessions of a teenage reindeer

She's the type of girl who would
be gorgeous, if she weren't so damn
ugly.
Goldie locks on the outside,
Attila the Hun on the in.

She aborted Catholicism at age nine,
had to stop those pesky saints from
setting up shop.
Drank the holy water so she could
piss it out.
Glued rice to communion bread and
fed it to nearby birds.
Someone had to do the unimportant
dirty work.

Now she stands at a proverbial crossroad:
My life or my child's?
and she gazes to the heavens
for an inkling
of help.

 

Nice, man. Mind if I give you a bit of constructive criticism tho?

 

But of course!!
That's the reason why I posted it on here.

 

Alright cool cool. Here's the deal, man. It could use a bit more colorful grammer you dig? I mean the rhyme is great an' all that, but it doesn't have enough spice in the readin'.

 

Yeah I think it can use a little more feeling.

 

interesting

"aborted catholicism"

ha