( 14 ) Slut Poem

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Here's a short poem to pass the time. The month is December, and the year is almost 2007. My ex-girlfriend asked me if I thought she was a slut because apparently someone told her that I thought that, yet I am almost completely sure that I never used the word "slut" in any words between me and anyone she knows. I may have implied the word, but I thought for sure that was careful enough not to use it. Anyway, after she asked me that question I jotted this short poem down in the response window on myspace. Of course I did not send it, I copied it and saved it because it somewhat tickled my fancy. I am not sure if it is how I truly feel, because even after all the shit she has done to me, there is still part of me that holds her in utmost respect; the part of me that swore itself to her those years ago. Remember, this poem is for fun... I think.

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Slut Poem

You asked me if I think that you are a slut,
I could never tell you to your face but,
It’s not just my opinion but that of others,
You’re the worst kind of person to be a lover.
Instead of living for love, you live for lust
Your virtues are tarnished and covered in dust.
You seem to think that you’re not really that bad,
And that is the part that makes this truly sad.
You keep yourself blind so that you’ll never see,
What you have become, what you’ve done to me.
So the answer to your question is as you’d guess,
Do I think that you are a slut? The answer is yes.