Cold, snarky, compassionless
Take-and-choose
Given by Machiavelli
Without an end in sight
A goal to score every guy
Regardless if they’re taken
Her only parameter?
If they catch her eye
Her prescription glasses rose
The world handed to her on a
platter
The moment this changes
She screams at all to get her way
She changes through the days
During school the person foretold
On the weekends and breaks
When she’s all alone
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