Breakup With a Murderer
Stop calling me. I don’t want you.
I know thoughts of killing me still haunt you.
I know you bought that gun for a reason
and I doubt it was to commit treason.
I love you but I need to protect myself now
so why don’t you go and find yourself a real cow
because I don’t like your lifestyle.
Why don’t we try settling down for a while?
But no, I know you won’t do that
because you are an entitled brat
that wants gratification from your partners now.
But giving it? Forget it! How?
You killed my dog. You’ll kill me next.
I know your plan. I saw that text
you sent to your lowlife criminal friend
about how I’ll meet a gruesome end.
Go find yourself another person to kill.
I know you can. Unfortunately you will.
So many women have low self-esteem.
Low enough to want to be a part of your team.
I’m not being evil. I’d help them if I could.
I probably, come to think of it, should.
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