Gold digger

…….I love you baby was the start of her letter, I wish it was a situation that came out better, she wore a lot of leather and acted real clever, I suppose hooking a good man was her only endeavor, never, have I endured such a misunderstanding, demanding, often times stood tall pandering, about underserved things, it’s karma that controls what life brings, like the weak muscles in your vocal cords that controls what one can sing well, unseen construction went into the times you fell, it wasn’t just your fault when you tripped over that pail, and your eye was pierced by that nail, now it appears to be a bloody crime scene that smells, but only because of your character, do tell; I should Xerox your letter and send it to everyone else’s mail, so they know if something happens to you, there will be no one to put in jail.