This is a poem that I wrote about a month ago that Brandon requested I post b/c he likes it
Trophy Wench
The little things, unsaid, undone, were to always be unheard of
You guilt tripped me into doing the things we'd do
Did you ever notice that the more of me you pushed, the less of me you knew?
Now I'm coming off that pedestal, kicking it aside
Before you really start to see me, I'll be gone.
What ever will you do without your Trophy Wench?
Now there should be no reason to call me a fucking bitch,
Let's never dance the night away,
I wont pretend I care.
I was never unfaithful, except in my mind,
It's my turn to cast you aside in my life,
I'm leaving you behind.
Oh, what will you do without your Trophy Wench?
You'll have no one to be a bitch
And, how will your balls keep from being blue?
Use your hand, that's right, move it up and down.
I hope that while you're doing this, you wear my Trophy Wench crown.
The little things, unsaid, undone, were to always be unheard of
You guilt tripped me into doing the things we'd do
Did you ever notice that the more of me you pushed, the less of me you knew?
Now I'm coming off that pedestal, kicking it aside
Before you really start to see me, I'll be gone.
What ever will you do without your Trophy Wench?
Now there should be no reason to call me a fucking bitch,
Let's never dance the night away,
I wont pretend I care.
I was never unfaithful, except in my mind,
It's my turn to cast you aside in my life,
I'm leaving you behind.
Oh, what will you do without your Trophy Wench?
You'll have no one to be a bitch
And, how will your balls keep from being blue?
Use your hand, that's right, move it up and down.
I hope that while you're doing this, you wear my Trophy Wench crown.