Not a poem
You think your dirty blond tresses
and short dresses
will make the boys come to the yard
but you know not
they come for a free cherry pie.
wanna live in a mansion,
on my time,
on my money,
in my affection
and my attention.
Think you look hot in a bikini?
but baby, you're a hot mess.
I know age is just a number
it should show how wise we are.
Our thing?
was a hot mess
a hot mess
a hot mess
a hot mess
Selling yourself short
you know not why you have not
nice tresses,
nor nice dresses
nor a big mansion.
Your last name should be Manson
for the way you k1ll3d me
my time 'n
my affection.
Never say 'im sorry'
wanting to take me to court
was the last drop.
Nobody called you out for our BS
thinking your feelings would hurt
but baby, you have none to hurt.
Writing this in the evening
im thankful for a new beginning
a new reason for living
and hope you're ready for
what's coming.
Not my time,
not my money,
not my affection
nor my attention.
but a hot mess
a hot mess
a hot, hot mess.
yours truly.