Love Song? By CpSingleton © 2014
This is not a love song,
I do not want you in my life.
You are barely even friend material,
Never mind my eternal wife!
There is no redeemable quality
I could line a pen mark under.
Your breath is like an ogre’s arse
Your toothpaste is a wonder!
Your dress sense is abysmal,
Your hair is just a state.
You do not so much as walk,
Than reproduce a zombie gait!
Then there’s what’s inside your head:
Nothing, sod all, nowt!
I’m surprised you can breath and walk!
You either mumble or you shout!
And then the words are gobbledygook!
Your brain is made of jelly!
All you know and all you learn is
From reality crap on telly!
So in short:
This. Is. Not. A. Love. Song!
Female, brain-dead, King Kong!
Oh, don’t cry!
Did I say something amiss?
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