Dr. Ash wrote:

lol, I could just see some brotha doing this poem in front of his ex and feeling good as hell when he's done.....glad ya got it off ya chest.

*PURE*Kindnezz wrote:

Awwwww....woo woo woo. It's gonna be alright baby. Come ere son. Lay your head on momma's ****

Da Kool™ Iz Back wrote:

*PURE*Kindnezz wrote:

Awwwww....woo woo woo. It's gonna be alright baby. Come ere son. Lay your head on momma's ****

Here I am......*sniff---hehehe---sniff*

Da Kool™ Iz Back wrote:

Women, dont get offended but, when i wrote this, i was in an uncontrollable rage (and i had been drinking like prohibition's next week). I'm a beginner to this poetry thing but, here goes. That cheatin, lying, b*tch. I should've know the day i looked in your eyes That your mind was full of ****, deceit and lies But all i could focus on was your face, & those thighs I feel like a fool. All because of that cheatin, lying, b*tch. I worked odd hours, never got much sleep Made good money, so i couldn't be called cheap If i gave you something, i wanted you to keep But now im outraged, because of that cheatin, lying, b*tch. I sacraficed friendships, bonds and connections And my mind was all in the wrong direction I thought that was love **** out of this ****....<that was deepBecause of that cheating, lying, no-good b*tch. I found out the truth, can't believe i trusted your jive My best friend really is my .45 Meet Mister Mossberg, you dirty, filthy **** Women are never to be trusted no more Im about to get locked up for sure..... Because of that cheatin, lyin' no-good, slutty, sum-b*tch

AfroPoeticSista wrote:

Da Kool™ Iz Back wrote:

Women, dont get offended but, when i wrote this, i was in an uncontrollable rage (and i had been drinking like prohibition's next week). I'm a beginner to this poetry thing but, here goes. That cheatin, lying, b*tch. I should've know the day i looked in your eyes That your mind was full of ****, deceit and lies But all i could focus on was your face, & those thighs I feel like a fool. All because of that cheatin, lying, b*tch. I worked odd hours, never got much sleep Made good money, so i couldn't be called cheap If i gave you something, i wanted you to keep But now im outraged, because of that cheatin, lying, b*tch. I sacraficed friendships, bonds and connections And my mind was all in the wrong direction I thought that was love **** out of this ****....<that was deepBecause of that cheating, lying, no-good b*tch. I found out the truth, can't believe i trusted your jive My best friend really is my .45 Meet Mister Mossberg, you dirty, filthy **** Women are never to be trusted no more Im about to get locked up for sure..... Because of that cheatin, lyin' no-good, slutty, sum-b*tch

for some reason the format of this poem reminds me of this poem i saw on Comicview "I thought I had a winner, but man, she's just a sinner, I can't watch TV cuz she's SMOKIN THE ANTENNAEEEEEE... cuz i'm in looooove wit a crackhead"

*PURE*Kindnezz wrote:

AfroPoeticSista wrote:

Da Kool™ Iz Back wrote:

Women, dont get offended but, when i wrote this, i was in an uncontrollable rage (and i had been drinking like prohibition's next week). I'm a beginner to this poetry thing but, here goes. That cheatin, lying, b*tch. I should've know the day i looked in your eyes That your mind was full of ****, deceit and lies But all i could focus on was your face, & those thighs I feel like a fool. All because of that cheatin, lying, b*tch. I worked odd hours, never got much sleep Made good money, so i couldn't be called cheap If i gave you something, i wanted you to keep But now im outraged, because of that cheatin, lying, b*tch. I sacraficed friendships, bonds and connections And my mind was all in the wrong direction I thought that was love **** out of this ****....<that was deepBecause of that cheating, lying, no-good b*tch. I found out the truth, can't believe i trusted your jive My best friend really is my .45 Meet Mister Mossberg, you dirty, filthy **** Women are never to be trusted no more Im about to get locked up for sure..... Because of that cheatin, lyin' no-good, slutty, sum-b*tch

for some reason the format of this poem reminds me of this poem i saw on Comicview "I thought I had a winner, but man, she's just a sinner, I can't watch TV cuz she's SMOKIN THE ANTENNAEEEEEE... cuz i'm in looooove wit a crackhead"

:lol: :lol: :lol: ...i remember that one