freaks on a friday

leave us alone

with our whips and our chains

just leave us be

with the sins on our names

we are the outlaws

the weirdos

the saints

the freaks are all dancing

today is our day

we pull out our collars promptly at 8

obedient trolls whose freakdom won’t wait

the tails grow out of our arses at 10

our lips turn to black when it’s Friday again

the horns start peeking out around six

we like it

we love it

the quirks we don’t fix

our hair turns to red

sometimes pink

sometimes black

a freak is a freak

you will know where we’re at

leave us to freak on our fridays

or else

we’ll find you

and freak you

you won’t live to tell.

Ruby Rose xx

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