Nov 02, 2005 23:43
I crapped out memories
Of us
And wiped my ass with your picture.
Don’t tell me you’re
“Bending over backwards”
Trying to make our relationship
Work when the only bending over
You’re doing is right onto
Someone else’s manhood.
Don’t call and ask me what’s up in my life
While stroking “what’s up” in yours.
You say you want me back
But the come on your face
Doesn’t tell me that.
Don’t try and kiss me with those lips
After you just got done
Sucking his dick.
Don’t leave the flowers on my door
That someone gave you last night
For the best sex in their life.
I wondered why you keep crawling back
But I realize it’s because you’ve been
Fucked so hard you can’t walk right.
You can’t crawl out of bed with some
Stranger, expecting to come into mine.
Don’t come here looking for food
Complaining you haven’t eaten,
Especially since you just were.
You say I need and want you back, but
If you weren’t screwed senseless
You’d have enough sense to know
That I don’t need or want your
Fat-ass-sagging-tit-numb-clit-
Disease-infested body.
You have more crabs than a beach
And legs wider than the Atlantic.
I don’t love you any more
Than I do your bloody tampons.
So if you want a piece of me
I’ll come into a condom for you-
Suck on that, bitch.