A Twenty Questioned Lowlife
Why the twenty question game when you come home?
Was you out with friends or with a seducer of your own?
Question after question spill from my vengeful mouth.
Answers after answers come from other loud mouths.
Twenty questions doesn’t do this game justice.
Up the ante to forty, let me get my check list.
You are the quintessential best I have ever tested.
Guess what however, you have been busted!
Get your gear and get out of my life.
You had your chance you’re nothing but, lowlife
Copyright © Erin Werner | Year Posted 2009
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