Monday, September 21, 2009

Wam, Bam, Thank You, Sam.

Your colors are as true as the kind that come in a bottle
15 minute fix to cover your roots
But it seems that you've buried your whole tree instead.

I used to speak highly of you. Now, drinking nightly, I find fun rhymes to spray about you.
Truth becomes evident as time goes on
And now, I feel malevolence; a storm is coming on.

Hell, Fire, Floods and Battles. Pill Head Husbands. Asshole exes.
I was there.
One moment, when I needed you
You did the favor; and returned a deed
It showed  how much you really cared.

Ask for my help...
Distrusts and judgements never mattered when I helped you
When you needed me
When you needed "huge favors" and blew me off in return
I Helped you
With your life, your kids and all your ruckus.

You're as fucking real as Santa Claus.
You devastate your life
Your kids, are the way they are because of your verbal and emotional strife
Hope that it's all good now,
Things are swell for me
Your ex-boy has become our friend
And we tell him that he did right
When he asked YoU to leave...


-peace-

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