Slamming the Door

Your lines have been Xeroxed, even the other woman kept them in a box beneath the bed soiled with disease above the dog you liken with fleas Your lips swell with pretense like Botox Shame on you, poisoning Cupid's bow Your soul is tied to names you don't even know What's her name? To you, we're all named "doll" Barbie needs to bury Ken, get a bearer like Pall Your game is entertaining, but you still don't show Oh, big bad wolf! You can't blow down this house Finally, the cheese got up and chased off the mouse I've had enough of your shenanigans! I want a man, not a 10-lady-man-with-silky hands I thought you were a lover, but you're really a louse GOOD RIDDENS!