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HONEY
HONEY
He slipped his number
In your hand
“A handsome man
Of sixty-two”
Said you.,
Honey.
You were only thirty-three’
You liked his Lauren and Armani
Were impressed by his Tommy
“Never saw nails so clean and shiny”
Said you
again,
honey.
“Must have loads of money…
”
That was the end of me
Now he’s screwing you
And you’re “screwing” him
Just like you screwed me
Honey.
By the way.
Did you know
I still cry over you,
Honey..
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Comments
Nordic cloud
Wed, 2012-03-07 08:31
I am laughing, 'scuse I.
I am laughing, 'scuse I.
This just made me laugh,
although its deadly serious beneath, (tongue-in-cheek)
great fun though.
Anni
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
Geremia
Wed, 2012-03-07 09:32
Then the poem is a success.
Then the poem is a success. Your reactions are perfect!