CycleMature

Rinse, lather, repeat

Same routine will continue

With us. You lying prick

You think your dick is so big--

I mean ego--that you can just

Look at me with those blue eyes

And merely apologize for what was

Said and done. Things said you can’t

Even remember you fucking alcoholic

My fucking alcoholic--Fuck! It was

Morning when you said I was yours

You asshole you remember so stop

Lying to yourself and stop acting like

You can have yourself a museum of gams

Where you only favor mine in a tight black skirt

The End

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