she's a grown child, twenty and wild
in a crowd, she's a standout, loudlooking for handoutsDear Ignorance ,she's yours truly, practically unrulyhaven't class, no dignityher livelihood's fastit's. cash she only respectuncivilized rejectno heed to authorityebonic phrased dialectsimple, community nymphoappointed to destruction, negative eventsdeath ear to instructionlover of confusion, blinded by dilusioneverywhere she roams such a sore and a protrusiona trampy attractionno ambition or actionsher occupation is to pleasure all menwith satisfactionreallt haven't careshe's. truly a mysteryif she never finds changeher name will go down in history