Slamming the Door
Your lines have been Xeroxed,
even the other woman kept them in a box
beneath the bed soiled with disease
above the dog you liken with fleas
Your lips swell with pretense like Botox
Shame on you, poisoning Cupid's bow
Your soul is tied to names you don't even know
What's her name? To you, we're all named "doll"
Barbie needs to bury Ken, get a bearer like Pall
Your game is entertaining, but you still don't show
Oh, big bad wolf! You can't blow down this house
Finally, the cheese got up and chased off the mouse
I've had enough of your shenanigans!
I want a man, not a 10-lady-man-with-silky hands
I thought you were a lover, but you're really a louse
GOOD RIDDENS!
Copyright © Nikkia Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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