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Pretty little Polly

She is told to know her place,

By her angry boyfriend

With the blood red angry face,

Pretty little Polly

Is told she is worthless by her man,

He is like some kind of neanderthal

Trying to fit into a plan,

Believing that misogyny

Makes him better than her,

Jealous about anything that may just occur,

He is actually possessive and jealous

Because he is punching above his weight,

And I wish that she would get up

And just simply walk away,

Wait until he is asleep or passed out

Through his excess from drinking beer,

Then walk away from this schmuck

So that you no longer have to fear,

Because if she doesn’t then it may end

In something bad leaving everyone in tears,

This insignificant little boy

He needs to lose, that which he holds fucking dear.