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Real fun begins
Had I been thinking fast,
gladly would I
put this person
in my past.
He is not worth the time
it takes to whoop his ass.
I don’t mean to make a fuss.
But he makes me
want to cuss.
And I can’t wait
to throw him
under the bus.
I don’t know what I did
to deserve him getting
on my nerves.
I wish he had a glass chin.
Because for me,
that’s where the
real fun begins.
Copyright ©
Robert Kinard
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