you keep me at arm's length
you must like to be alone
and I keep obsessively checking my phone
you don't text you don't write
in fact, you don't do anything right
so why am I thinking of you morning, noon, and night
my friend's keep telling me
I need to see the light
'cause a man like you
is never going to do right
I think it will be a cold day in Hell
before I find a man
who will respect me the way I like
(This is a fictional poem)
While we were shopping, you tried to steal a bracelet that was worth a lot.
But before you could get out of the store, you got caught.
They thought I was an accessory so they prosecuted me as well.
I'm mad because you got me arrested so you can go to hell.
This incident has caused me a great deal of grief.
My girlfriend dumped me because she thinks I'm a thief.
You may not realize it but stealing is a sin.
It will be a cold day in hell when I go shopping with you again.
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