My name is Vav and I was quite chubby,
My hair is matted and my nails are grubby,
They called me Beefy and I can't have that,
So I got skinny and am no longer fat.
They asked me how and I told lies,
I said nutrition and laying off the pies,
My heart sank and hit the floor,
When they all saw jags in my fridge door.
I called up my Nan, I was in a flap,
She told me to say it was a honey trap,
It didn't go well, it's all turned to s,
Now I look as false as my own left tit.
Dirty delete and try sell some se,
My loyal huns will support my plight,
I will blame the trolls as I always do,
When whatever I say is not true.
I lied on the forms, I have no ED,
But I will say I have when needs be,
I hate Comment Cafe and Tattle Life,
I cut Lil's fringe with a fork and a knife.
It's all going wrong, please make it stop,
I need damage control by Iggy Pop,
I will do a dance and make a lunch,
I have a face that you'd want to punch.
Gravestones, Mounjaro and charity cash,
Filters and lies and Tasco bought mash,
Black and white videos where I look so sad,
Advice from a narc on a white pad.
Some of my huns have joined up the dots,
I will distract them by drinking these shots,
A full face of make up in colour "s brown",
Or singing to "Messy" in my dressing gown.
Be Perfect Brendan won't like this one little bit,
Everything is turning to s,
I don't know how I can get out of this,
Time for a call to Aimee Cat piss.