Hypothetically speaking, or I could be paraphrasing
I am literally, going to burn this
Son of a bitch down someday
And dive off this beautiful
Hand carved 13th Dynasty Asian
Dresser and let my heavy fist
Drown in your gorgeous
Green eye socket
I told her
You are my beautiful Wife first
My Confidant next
And my whore in bed
She is freaking the fuck out
From the altitude in which I dove from
Unto her neck line
"I AM HE BITCH"
I told her
My Big Black Dick
flew out off my underwear
Hitting the cold floor with force
I gently picked my dirty dick off the cold floor
And inserted it between her glossy red dick depraved lips
This punishment is way to desperate
To even talk about
I told her
After you stop sucking
Every Nigga dick you just happen to met
For free
Then fuck a Monkey Bitch
Shit at least you only have to feed
Him a banana
You can't never ever lie to me again
Know what im talking about
That's why we don't live together today
Becky
I will fuck you only some times
Or maybe never again after this brazen stunt
Hypothetically
Becky
If I were thinking of some real
Master mind get back @ a nasty bitch thought
And my most devious state of mind
I would burn this
Son of a bitch down
You hear me
And you with it bitch
Keep it steppin Becky U whore
- Author: O.G. Tone (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 22nd, 2018 18:53
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about a cheating spouse whom was caught lying
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 19
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