You looked me in the eyes.
As if I trusted you.
Or was in love with you.
And still chose to fuck my husband.
Every night.
After you dropped me off.
And sad, unemployed, faking it.
Loser.
You thought would make you cool.
And I called you best friend.
And well in my loneliness.
And all my contracts ammended.
A Freer View.

Fuck you.
Obvious Homewrecker, dying their hair and covering their skin
Fecal shit like what they think is play doh for view.
And I still was there for you.
Amnesty regardless.
Eat shit.
You fucking cyberstalker.

You didn’t have the leg up on me.
I just found that your IP of phissing and phrogging, to be vaster.
Declared in distinction.
Apple-eater-lying-listening-to-JOhnny. Cheater.
And pumpkin pie eater.

Claim my work.
And Rosalind and Mary.

And it was Garfunkel that won.
And you were just some ramen-noodled-hairy. Dairy-denier.
No beef. Only nitrate meat.
You’re a necrosified bodybuilder.

Build yourself back up.
Trying to steal your best friend’s wife.
And excuse in polyarmours-forced-cues.

Irish ain’t got shit.
On this Jew.
Bashallam!

You’re actually all… virgins fool.

The ishrallites.
Bwowecadmpdcame-addmenedum.[Ed.]
Stop skipping school.
And faking your documents.
Plug the system.
And soon – you’re not in jail.
No solitary view.

We shoot-on-shit
And on-site. And on sight.
And you thought… you were the some-shit-craving-attention
For their insecurity – and you have the views?

You don’t even know how to contour to save your life honey.
Flower is for baking.
Not cooking. And enjoying your Meth and ancestors and clearance sale not-wanted.
Crackers.

Play too fool.
You’re Native American Dude.
White is the absence of Life.
And you wonder why – you’re so damn dark inside.

While the holy, love some moisturizing shea shampoo, grrlie.

-A Real Woman that Leads, A Matriarch.