Assholes
I loved all kinds of jerks in my career.
A cute narcissist with an egoistic style.
While back decided to be engineer,
I wished that it would help me spot them from a mile.
Another was with solid principles.
Early on I should have told him to go to hell.
We studied together those disciplines.
I'd have to see him at school and at gym as well.
I wasn't strong enough to handle it.
So then instead I sparked the electricity.
Some hurry to get a grip and beat it.
Instead I stayed and lost my authenticity.
Another jerk was an old-perv-doctor.
He molested his clients with smart life advice.
It's a shame I never loved a rock star.
He would probably possess the same list of vice.
Girls, don't waste precious time on assholes,
The story goes that you'll regret it in the end.
You'll walk and surely get some burning soles,
You'll have a cat, a flower and a heart to mend.
Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015
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