The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
My feelings promptly turned blue.
I started to rant n rave and cuss,
sittin here thinkin bout you.
Blinded by how I adored you,
now knowing how much I abhor you.
You left me flat broke and here’s what you wrote,
in a note titled “You Stupid Fool”
Your lovin’s gone bad since your heart attack.
I’m leavin for good and I’ll never come back.
P.S. I have the Cadillac..
You were always so kind and forgiving.
But you know damn well I won’t work for a living.
I took all your savings, the cards were all maxed;
oh yea, the tax man came back.
The pans in the sink? …they ain’t so bad,
the smell’s been around bout a day and a half.
I left you the hound and three legged cat.
No time to empty the trash.
If I say so myself, it’s been quite a run.
The money ran out but we had lots of fun.
I took all the ammo that goes to your gun.
Well that’s that… I've gotta run.
Friday, July 10, 2009
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