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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A Bullet For Darling Daughter's Mother I should of listened to my gut feeling from what my eyes told me about you. From what I saw you looked like, the cheap disposable type. A trashy kind of woman that my home town is full of. And we call them varied slanderous names. You knocked on our door. I know your plan was well thought out. And it succeeded. Just as it had a dozen times with a dozen people before. My wife let you in and you sat there on the settee, hiding your lit fag behind you. I hate smoking and should have told you to put it out. You asked my wife to borrow a 1000. She didn't answer but I did. I lent a grand to you in good faith. Totally misplaced of course. I was hoodwinked by you, the bitch. You said you'd bring the 1000 at weekend. You never did. I saw thru your rancid lies. Your darling daughter lived next door. I got my wife to tell her of your borrow, to shame you. Darling daughter promised to pay your debt; she never did. You're no better than a disease infested mosquito. Leaving your infection on all you cross. Even a prostitute is better than you; she provides a paid service. You ask, beg, borrow and never pay back. And die? The list is long, don't you think? Guess it runs in your family. Not to be trusted. You did call round to our house and apologise but it was false. I never got my grand back. And my wife went to your house several times with no result. Your birdcage of lies. Trapping you. A lesson here. Don't lend anyone you don't know any cash. Oh they'll tell you many a sob story: my baby is eating weeds, my rent needs paying, etc etc. You really need the cash for booze and fags. No less, no more. What no drugs? So do me a favour and endure the karma I send back to you three times. Let justice be done against you and all of your type: The bitches, liars, slags, whores, alkies, druggies, illegals, criminals and more. This poem is for you. Enjoy!
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