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During the Two Days I Left My Common-Law Husband: About L. G.
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Self Poetry People like to spread a lot of rumors;
They have no empathy for a woman who started life with a brain tumor.
I hate people who just talk about thing without proof;
From these people, I try to stay aloof.
I'm just glad that I don't have to live a life in a wheelchair,
And have a brain that's barely there.
His is all filled with beer and weed;
He is a very stupid man, indeed.
This person just likes to make many-a-pass;
He has so very little class.
There are some people who just look for trouble;
Just to try to burst another's bubble.
I have no respect for this jerk;
Knowing him is not a perk.
But, whatever! He's just really stupid;
He tries to pretend that he's a cupid.
People like him make me sick;
He is such an ignorant prick.
This man is quite a criminal awful;
He does many things that are unlawful.
He does things for others because he thinks that when he will die,
That he's going to live up in the sky.
But, I believe that he should go to hell;
Or, at least spend the rest of his miserable life in a prison cell.
He gets his friends to go out of their way for him;
He comes on to every woman; he is truly dim.
He has most everyone in his life fooled;
I wish, over him, the wrath of hell ruled!
