A Nasty Break-Up Poem

 I thought we were undead

you broke up with me

forever beloved

now it's too late for me

I let you play me

I let you date me

I feel like you raped me

I love you Julie Pickard

She don't love me

she ain't doin nothin

but tryin to have fun

I heard she's

a pistol packin mama with a gun

Marry me julie,

with cockleshells now you're gone

only you made me feel this way

I guess that's all I've got to say

If we broke up because

of the way I behaved

hell, it won't all bad...

.....at least I got laid!

DDU 23