The man holds power
But just for an hour
While he fights for my rights
And squashes the sights
Of my ex's hope,
Hanging him with a rope.
So proud was I
The judge quashed his sly
Behaviors and claim,
As he just wanted fame.
But you sir, dear Kelly
Have a brain made of jelly
And you made one mistake
That has left me awake
And trembling alone
For fear of unknown
Your powers intense,
So I'll rid the suspense
And reveal the truth,
Your mistreatment of youth,
Your wild demands
Fall in my hands
Or shall I say mouth
As you wanted me south
Down below your belt
Where you manhood dwelt.
Left to rot by your wife
An act quite rife
But that does not mean
That your junk, unseen,
Should be my issue,
Just go use a tissue
And some lotion
To make that motion.
And I hope you lie sick
After touching that stick
And think to yourself
What sits on your shelf.
A gift from me
A small one you see
That will always haunt
Since you chose to flaunt
And pressure me so
But you must go
And crawl away to die
With this as my final goodbye.
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Poems/Short Stories
RandomA collection of poems based off a life not worth living. "Life Poems" highlights the life of a lonely girl who has been broken more times than she can count.
