The Final Rumor

Jerry Wayne Lawrence

Deeper...Deepest Into Her Hatred 4 Her.

Roar Of A Lioness Untamed. "I Hate The F*ckin' B*tch! I'm About 2 Kick Your Lying A**!"

"Class" Rushes Out Her Apartment 2 Find Just Who She's XXX-Pecting. Breeshaul.

Breeshaul, Breaks Away From Her Typical Cell Phone Convo On The Balcony 2 Catch A Solid Punch 2 The Nose.

Scenes Such As Get No Better. U Can Tell By The Crowd Now Gathered. The Whole Of This 'Hood Seems Here Watching "Class" Whip Breeshaul 2 A Mess Of Blood & Tearz.

"Lies, B*tch, Lies!" "Class" Roars @ The Downed & Nigh Unconscious Opponent She Still Kicks Unrelentingly. "U Ain't F*ckin' My Muthaf*ckin' Ol' Man! @ All!" She Mocks Spitting On Breeshaul & 2 D*mned Fed Up With The Final Rumor.

  • Author: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 24th, 2022 10:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: Catfight!!!!!
  • Category: Surrealist
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