At it Again
Angst fic
By:Shrouded by Shadows
A/N:This is sorta angsty and sorta not, but it can be whatever floats your boat.
Disclaimer:I don't own Shannon Moore, Mike Mizanin, John Cena, Gragory Helms, or Randy Orton. This is purely fan made and has no association with the WWE or Mr.Vincent Kennedy McMahon in anyway.
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There you are
In the corner
Flirting with Cena
Last week it was Helms
The week before, Orton
When will you ever stop?
I never liked how you looked after shows
After a trip to your locker room
Where you changed your clothes, your act
The way you talk and sound
The way you earn your extra cash
You flirt with them
They feel you up
And lead you to their hotel room
Sometimes you can't even wait
So you go to your locker room
Everyone knows what your capable of
Everyone but me
I'd never degrade you like that
The way they do
You tease, and flirt, and tempt
You inch closer and closer
Until your breathing down my neck
"Come on Mike, you know you want to,"
God do I want to
But I choke down my want, I shake my head
You pout and go to some one else
Some one who you know can't resist
Resist the paint you brushed onto your canvas
Brushed onto your hollowed out shell full of nothing
Nothing but thick-air and cobwebs
Now you walk to your locker room door
Your next costumer in-toe
"Feel free to join in" says your lips
Your bloody red lips
Yourlips that moan and scream and who knows what else
Your lips that used to be powder pink
Yourlips are the ones I love
More than the ones poisoned by lipstick
But I push that aside and watch
Watch as you walk towards Cena
Towards your next payment
And then I think
Think of the thing I always think
When you do this, when you whore yourself out
When you show up tomorrow with a sore back
I think that your at it again