You Were Nothing Special

YOU WERE NOTHING SPECIAL You were nothing special; just hot meat upon my plate I used and abused you; before slicing you up, then ate Coming around here, begging me to make you my wife Once married; bad B***h, I stabbed you with my knife Now your ground bones are underneath the Marigolds As you can sit in silence as the rest of the day unfolds Odours of the Marigold leaves left your plot, dismissed No one ever liked you, so you were, just never missed I put the Marigolds flowers in; at our local flower show No reason why not quite happy for you to bloody pose Didn't the bloody Marigolds go on and win the 1st prize O' the B***h just keeps giving, what a flaming surprise Your jealousy a pain in the butt & it wasn’t in the clause I had to finish you off for myself; & for the better cause Indiana Shaw . . .