He’s done it again
reminded me of him
a text tone I used to long for
and be excited about
He inspires bad things
ending phrases with prepositions
which I know is wrong
but I do it anyway when I think of him
He’s left an imprint on my life
like my friend says
and I will be writing and thinking of him
to the end of my days
But I tire of him and me. I did then and I do now.
Note: just a little ditty I wrote about the Asshole a while back. I feel as though maybe I posted this before but I can’t find it if I did. You’d think I’d be able to remember what tags I would have used.
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July 8, 2009 at 11:57 am
jessiecarty
cheeky little poem. I like it!