TWISTED ROUGH CHRISTOPHER LEWIS

Yeah, asshole, Chris Lewis, don't fuck with me! Your pussy tang attempts to try to destroy me won't work.  You can try but they will fail.  Too bad your employment past follows you around like stink on dirty white rice. Those same two women you know you very well know how to be real friends and don't want to have sex with you if you were the last person on earth.

        Take your cocky ass ego and shove it up where the sun doesn't shine.  Don't let your dick get stuck, wouldn't want your prostate cancer to come back, now do you?  You're not better than anyone.  You're not who you think you are. You're not fooling anyone. You're not you anymore. All you are is the same as the rest, trying to get laid all the time.

      May be you should think twice before pursuing someone when your own stupid life is complicated.  Don't include me in your own little world. You'll get your own judgement one day when you die of lung cancer.  You already have a life sentence.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To the rest of the poets out there beware of Chris Lewis at Newspapers in Education off of Loop 410 & Broadway. He's trouble!

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