Sunday, March 7, 2010

Rhyming is for Pansies

Dear sweet baby Jesus,

or Valentine cherub

of the skies, were you blind

the day you struck me or

just really fucking high

did you consider the

ramifications of

your selfish but hilarious

act? Throwing me into

abomination and

never looking back. Were

you "trollin'" dude? Cause this

arrangment is passable

at best; it's gotten so

bad I can hardly bear

letting him watch me undress.

Not blaming you or anything,

but you caused this all to

be. I find it hard to

believe you had no clue

how miserable he'd make

me.

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