The Things You Screamed
The things you screamed
The words you used
The hurts you flung
Very extreme
Yes, you made yourself ugly and mean
Look at yourself in the mirror
You've turned into a fiend
You flew into a rage
Like a wild beast in a cage
Oh, no, you've gone crazy
Like a mad monkey
Like a bitch without a leash
Like a beggar afflicted with leprosy
I feel so sorry for you
All men already knew
You're vicious, short, fat, and ugly
No, you ain't no lady
Low on funds and intellect
You'll be forever lonely
And die all alone in a rickety bed
My goodness, for you I feel so sad
Wissai
November 1, 2013
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