Thursday, January 18, 2018


My stalker
He rocks it
His crude
Screams mood
I’m falling
His offering
Can’t pass up
Tell him to stop
Threaten the cops
Doesn’t listen
Like a piston
Fires me
That he
Desires me
Is his pen
Think he’s a
Perfect ten
If truth be known
Foul and creepy
Ain’t a turn on
This jackass
Fuels my wrath
Some sarcasm
While I vent
Must end this
So here’s my rant
Fuck off you shit
Not buying it
Annoying zit
Find someone else
You can play with

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