Son of a #####

(This is a fictional poem) You used my credit cards to buy stereos, 4 wheelers, motorcycles and even a car. I owe a ton of money because of your sorry ###, this time you've gone too far. I told you that you could use one of my cards in an emergency but you maxed them all out on the internet. When I made you eat horse manure and crammed a bird's nest up your ###, it was something you began to regret. The buzzard saw her nest sticking out of your ### and she landed on your head. I thought you'd take it like a man but you cried like a little girl instead. That buzzard pecked out your eyes and #### in your hair. I video taped it and showed it to your fiance who wasn't there. When she saw it, she dumped you on the same day the two of you were going to get hitched. I learned that the stuff you bought couldn't go back because you gave it away and I called you a son of a #####. Your mama got mad because she heard me call you an S.O.B. She grabbed me by the throat and beat the crap out of me. When I pay those credit card bills and my hospital bill, I'll be a very poor man. As soon as I get out of this hospital, I'm going to get as far away from you two as I can.