Beat that Metaphor

This may not turn into a poem, it mayn’t even turn into song lyrics. It might just be a writ­ing exer­cise, but I’m gonna beat that metaphor! If you can think of some­thing in this vein that I missed, feel free to add it. I think this sort of reminds me of Short Skirt, Long Jack­et by Cake except it is aim­ing to be a bit more ridicu­lous.

baby’s got bul­let­proof sun­glass­es
hid­ing laser­beam eyes
she’s got them hay­mak­er hips
and semi-auto­mat­ic thighs
her tits are like mis­siles
her lips are def­con three
she’s an arse­nal
oh yeah she’s an arse­nal

baby’s got razor­blade elbows
and bazooka knees
she’s got them how­itzer toe­nails
and she can kill with a sneeze
her hair is like a shot­gun
her lips are nin­ja stars
she’s an arse­nal
oh yeah she’s an arse­nal

She likes to beat me
beat that metaphor
she likes to beat me
that’s what I am for
She likes to beat me
beat that metaphor
she’s an arse­nal
yeah yeah yeah

baby’s got diox­in breath
and anthrax armpits
she’s got them base­ball bat fin­gers
and ugly napalm spit
her teeth are like barbed wire
her lips are some dis­ease
she’s an arse­nal
oh yeah she’s an arse­nal
oh yeah she’s an arse­nal

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