New Pussy (a metaphor)

by Buckey Ashland - Scorpio

What is it about new Pussy?
That makes men go completely out of their way,
to accomadate but agitate, 
out with the old, in with the new?
Makes the old pussy blue?
Kicked to the curb,
because he's disturbed,
Can a sista be heard?

So suddenly I'm not important,
cuz he out chasin some skirt,
not puttin in the work,
in our relationship,
he'd rather skip,
try to take a dip in her ride,
May I confide?
Glad I wasn't blind. . .
It's all the same,
Because he's the disgrace, 
Why is he still lookin?
Doesn't it all have the same face?
Or is it his curiosity,
that will eventually kill my cat,
boy I smell a rat,
I hope he wore a hat. . .

What is it about new pussy?
until they get it, 
Girlfriend,
dont let him hit it,
They'll wine and dine, date to mate,
Give me a break!

Out with the old, in with the new,
makes old pussy blue?
Pussy can be anything,
Imagine whats in his dream,
He can drive his new pussy to the clubs,
wax it, take it to the drive through wash,
or give his boys a ride. . . until its used.
Out with the old, in with the new,
makes old pussy blue?

Then he out on the car lot again,
Guess a sista can't win. . .

They love it until they get it,
they want it until you let them hit it,
Girlfriend, 
Dont let him get it,
he was lovin it until he saw something new,
dont care much about who they make blue.
They run around like they have attention deficit disorder,
I'm border-line, about to lose my mind.
He must have forgotten that its like wine,
When its matured its fine,
Guess he wasn't mine,
so glad I wasn't blind.
Hope his curiosity,
wont eventually kill my cat,
boy I smell a rat,
I'm pullin out of this investment,
I hope he wore a hat. . .

What is it about pussy when its new?
That makes him want to go shopping with you,
even diss his crew,
until he hit it,
girlfriend dont let him get it,
he'll leave your heart broken and sick like you got the flu.
What is it about men lovin someone else's pussy just because its new?
Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 2000-09-19 20:23:52
Last updated: 2021-04-14 17:18:11
Poem ID: 57615

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