The Real Mabel

by Ashleigh   Jul 14, 2005


All I see is what I wish I didn't
The real Mabel just really should'nt
Be this way
Pale cracked up skin
Her small narrow dark eyes
And long fatty cellulite thighs
The real Mabel hiding behind this glamorous mask
Her looks so bad, it comes over you like a huge raft
Of dirt and wind
Blinding you , choking you up
Her long stringy matted up 'possed to be blond, red hair
Walkin down the street everyone stares
At the Real Mabel
The one that gets spit on,
She gets frowned upon
But when she puts that make-up on ,
Oh no, no Real Mabel , the "new" Mabel appears
And everyone wants to say Hi...to Mabel???

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