Bull's Eyes

I am done with your s
I don't want to hear anything that you say
From now on leave me the f alone
Jack a
S
Good riddance
You are nothing but a bunch of s
And I am tired of dealing with you
From now on don't call
Don't come 
Don't even bother
Cause I am through with You
Done done done overly done
Baloney
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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