What Is Funny?
21 February, 2011
Author: tommyg
Why doesn't romeo kiss my a$*?
So true
He spills out his guts
His brown eyes turns blue
Her fake tears
She knows the green eyed monster well
What the h*LL could be wrong with this picture
She painted so well
Everyone believes her BS
That women she smells
Her masterpiece of lies
For all to believe that is true
She'll stab you then blame you
Volunteering scapegoats
His role he knows well
What the h*ll is wrong with her
No diagnosis for lack of conscious
The woman's not good
Run for your man
Run if her toes
They don't curl
She don't love you
She learned you
Now run for your life mate
She can't take a joke
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| anonymous (71.217.54.126) -- Thursday, February 24 2011, 12:08 am Sounds like my mistake ex-wife. Cursing death with a fist in the air. I should of run when I had the chance. Thanks Tommygun! Another great poem! |
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