I know this idiot named Chris In his face I would like to piss Because he made me mad and has to know That I don't take crap from an asshole. Chris has a girlfriend named Milli She is probably a major ho, really This bitch-woman called me one day Asking about Shawn, like I'd tell her anyway. She was acting as if she knew him And I realized the light in her head was dim She said Shawn used to always write her But knowing she was lying I said, "Yeah, sure." Milli asked when Shawn was coming back And intelligence she sure did lack Because she said to call her when I found out But we didn't know each other so what would we talk about? All along I knew Chris was in on this Therefore, my butt I'd like him to kiss This was a really bad joke A stick up his ass I would like to poke. Chris likes boy-parties and is obsessed w/Shawn From our lives I wish he were gone Because he tries to get Shawn and me mad For all I care he can go suck a maxi pad. To this day Chris denies it On a barrel cactus he may sit And his face I would like to slap Because I'm sick of taking all his crap.
Reason for writing:
I was inspired to write this poem after receiving a phonecall (and obvious lie) from a cute little couple, Chris & Milli. I was inspired to *submit* this poem after reading Stacy's poem "undeserving of a title". Although I imagine her experience was much worse, nevertheless it reminded me of the disgust I've felt toward this couple.
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