Now look at you now all happy and pleased,
No girlfriend, no friends, or anything- not to be mean.
You pressured me, groomed me, made me feel special.
But they were all lies, made life so stressful.
Why did you have to do that huh,
Because you were too much like your father, bruh.
Why don't you walk on home and stop thinking about 'our' future.
You're not getting anything because I already got a suitor.
He's nice and clean, not anything mean.
He didn't ask for pictures no, cause he can see me in 3-D.
You stood a far and probably hit on others,
*Hope they know about little Captain Rogers.*
Seven inch Italian you're more like two, you bother.
That's why I had to play Ms. Dodgers.

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PoetryThis is a book full of poems, notes, and other sorts of things that help me out! It's... Idunno.weird.