Dearest Fuckboy,
Where do I begin
when addressing a middle aged man
with his dick forever in his hands?
We all know what you like:
Fuck me once, fuck me twice
but get limp dick when my feelings get precise.
Not ready? Working on yourself, you say?
Been out drinking every week
since before the legal drinking age.
Not a day in church since
you chased the tail of a different babe.
Can’t handle honest feedback in any sorta way.
Get offended when my patience runs out,
act like working on things isn’t getting real
about the gap between your actions and what you actually say.
Climbing the latter at work is also out.
Put a baby inside of me though just as well,
Then act like you’re shocked at how things work.
(Insert dick, spray, now baby is on the way).
Say you’ll be there and then don’t,
Want me to act surprised but I won’t.
Got Friend of the Court’s number saved.
Go ahead and start referring to me as Bae.
#pissmeoffagainandiwillfileforchildsupport.
Poetry on Paper 