I ran into my ex the other day.
She looked at me, and I wanted to run away.
I found the courage to say " Hello ".
She gave me the finger. It was all but mello.
My feelings were hurt; that was nothing new.
I could see her rage building. It was starting to brew.
I asked her what was the problem.
It is just in her nature to cause mayhem.
Her boyfriend walked into me like I was in his way.
I felt sorry for him. He had to look at her all day.
I new it was coming, so I made my body brace.
Before I new it that bitch had spit in my face.
I looked at her with such discust.
Then she gave me another finger and started to cuss.
My cheek was turned for the last time.
She had commited more than a crime.
My anger began to swell.
All I wanted to hear was a ring bell.
I reached back to unleash the fury upon her.
Then my girlfriend caught my hand and said that the bitch wasn't worth commiting murder.
My girl, the one I love, licked the spit off my face.
The ex stood in front of us looking like a mental case.
My love looked at me and said, " You were right about IT."
She most certainly tastes like shit.
COMMENTS
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Isis101
00:44 Oct 25 2008
oh man...