Please don’t take my sadness for
sickness,
When with sore rage and madness I
Slap your slanderous lips,
Bang!
Into sullen shriveled silence.
What wrong have I to claim for
you,
That you do what you do
With another man in my bedroom,
And being the only two!
Yes, he was a man of god,
A pastor!
Tell him then to leave with his
god,
Faster!
Before he becomes past tense,
Bastard!
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