Stupid Bill

I grab a broom,

Sweep it up,

and yet you don't acknowledge.

You did this,

You caused this,

You brought this crap into my life.

The dust pans full,

My chest is empty,

I hope you're happy now.

You're sly smile,

Haunts my dreams,

It wakes me in the night.

Yet now I know,

Of your pathetic games,

And your smile seems a joke.

You broke my heart,

It's on the floor,

And I have to play maid.

I hate the broom,

I want a gun,

I want to play "Kill Bill".

The End

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