he’s
a loser, such a boozer
unfaithful,
goddamn fucking cruiser
i
love to hate what he creates
stuck
in syllables which stagnate
godless,
faithless fucking bore
playing
games without keeping score
the
only thing that’s meaningless
is
when he sighs after a kiss
he
lives to write, he writes to live
a
waste of time is what he gives
ignore
this fool, his words are drool
reducing
us to molecules
erase
his face from your sweet grace
and
move on to a better place
this
fucking love he’s dreaming of
is
masturbation with a glove
he
saturates, then marinates
and
dates just to self-medicate
just
stay away from where he plays
frayed
on the dark streets of decay
world
of his own invention
loserville
walled with pretension
just
say goodbye, don’t even try
to
make sense of his fucking lies
he
sings of love, dear god above
push
him away with a hard shove
he’ll
fill you with his filament
within
his woven compliments
you’ll
shake, you’ll rattle and you’ll roll
then
find him on the grassy knoll
assassinating
what you feel
illustrating
illusions real
just
use him like the whore he is
then
run away before he gives
reasons
without any reason
rhyming
about rainy seasons
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