A WOMAN SCORNED
9:23AM on August 08, 2011
stopped loving my husband the day he used a bat and beat me like I stole something But I wasn't about to leave a millionaire & go back to the hood dancing nude & pole humping I laid in our bed that night in so much pain I couldn't get to sleep I tossed & turned for some affection I yearned & thats when my thoughts began to creep You see this is not the first beating & I'm sure they'll be plenty more to come The first time I called the cops & would you believe they joked & laughed & had a blast & he beat as soon as they were done The more I laid up in that bed, the more i got in my feelings So instead I paced around the room plotting revenge& thinking of ways to get his millions For all that he had put me through I felt I deserved every penny Car jacking, overdose, antifreeze in his gatorade, all the ways to get rid of him who knew there'd be so many, But you see he just up & disappeared one day & so I didn't get to use any They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned & I can attest to that Just between me & you I have a concrete statue of him in the basement & he's even holding his favorite bat.
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