You’re watching porn at home, in teenage bliss,
When some fool starts texting—oh, it’s your Sis.
“I can’t drive right now, come and get me,” she says
Sometimes, you really hate that fat stupid lez.
Christmas party with friends, she’d be safe, she swore.
But her friends might as well be two dollar whores.
And so you play the hero, when she gets lit.
Sucks, but now you gotta deal with this shit.
Resigned, you grab keys, slam the door of the car,
Check address and sigh; this place is pretty far.
A manse in the woods, sounds like a bad movie.
Yet there you must go, to rescue that floozie.
