My Blackest Wart
My Blackest Wart
What a brutal man you are,
how harsh you were
to my bleeding heart.
If crushing spirits was an art
you my love would be the pefect
artist to play the part.
With the sharpest dart
you shot me right in my heart
with your poisoned dart.
How I'd like to watch your body fall
off a cliff after being dumped from a
stinky manure cart.
I'm so glad I'm no longer your spicy tart,
you are my history's ugly black wart!
Next time I see you in the mart
you'll be lucky if I don't mow you
down with my shopping cart!
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