I can’t stand her
she thinks she’s so great
but she’s just so bland.
Those skirts' she wears: Him
on demand; ready to flirt!
She believes, she has the upper hand -
but I know better: Even sent Richard and Judy a letter!
Get it off my chest, rest a bit
then I’ll be ready: To tell her, some home truths -
that I, was going steady.
I had plans in distant lands - Palm trees; him on my arm.
Now look at me: Full of self-pity
he used to say I was so witty- full of charm
now I’ve resorted to self-harm.
Even the dog feels sorry for me
watching corrie and piling on the weight
foolish of me to think, life was full of happy times
and loves fate.
All I can do right now: Is HATE.