Fuck You, Peter

we aren’t coming out to play

take your child like games 

and just go away

we're all grown up now

with truth in our hearts

no longer does your magic

affect my 

‘parts’

and let’s face it,

trips to that star on the right,

have been pretty sparse

so, 

tell all your lost boys

to clean up their toys

this girl wants her window cill back

to dance with the moon

and she is tired of your pixie dust

all over her room

it smells like her

and it makes me ill

and any minute now, 

i hear Jack will be coming up that hill

i just hope he’s finally left that bitch, Jill

or im calling Big Jack, 

even though I’m no fan of beans

I hear he treats his girls, 

like a queen.

.j.