Foireux Tales

princes and princesses

seize the day

they say


with a cocky state of mind


never progress

looking for princes

with comfort

love warmth and security


princes looking for bitches

they can bone

once or multiple time



are bitches

were to be princesses

crushed by bitches 

were to be princes


pinch me

pinch me

this reality stings like hell

and the dreams are sour like the old taste of your lips on my flesh