Catfights & Socialites

Spoiled girls think I want to sleep with them, but will I ever know why?

Maybe it’s because I’m the school’s token Neo-Neanderthal, and I act weird to match it

Maybe it’s because their polished white bodies interrupt my staring into space

Maybe it’s because I greet their cute counterparts, who knocked them to the ground in one of their contemporary college duels: catfights

I find shredded Abercrombie sweatshirts everywhere I go

Whether I’m sprinting about campus or skimming through beer bottles on a frat house lawn

Whatever the case, I find the debutante subculture amusing, but they’ll always think I want more.


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