Get Lost Creep
I welcome you as much as a dog would welcome mange.
Everything you do to me seems so strange.
I want to tell you up front I hate your attitude.
For a woman, your behavior constantly appears rude.
Wherever did you acquire your repulsive ways?
Is your brain enveloped in a haze?
No wonder your last guy told you to go away.
For somebody like you, I wish you would not stay.
The price of knowing you just seems too steep.
All I want to say to you is “Get lost, creep”.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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