i'd rather be a bitch than your whore.

oh baby, you just don't know how hot it makes me when you pull up in your white suburban in a cloud of brake fluid (oh yes, i heard them screaming), pull up along side me and call out to me, offering to "give it to me" because i look like i need "a good deep dicking." offering me twenty dollars when i don't respond, following my progress in your white suburban. when you call me a bitch for ignoring you. it makes me hot just thinking about it.

though you don't turn me on as much as a sixteen year old who grabs my arm as i walk past him, so he can "get a better look at [my] ass." because, really, nothing turns me on more than leaving five matching claw marks deep in the right bicep of anyone who dares touch me, on MY street, in MY neighborhood.

and a nice wad of spit on his cheek to match.

the assholes are out tonight.