PURLOIN

(This is Abi's poem. Do not repost without credits pls.)

It's expression

Not depression

It's your complication

Not my investigation

It's my session

It's on my fleshen

To complete the mission

Your expectation doesn't belong

As this is my song

I'll take my thong

And shove it down your throat

Until you tell me the reason why

You believe it is your tale

Please stop, I'm frail

I can't handle much

I hang on to my clutch

As you purloin what I once called mine

And lie to me and say it's fine