It was a long hard job. But I was just about done.
The hammer beat to the setting sun.
I turned to look at the shadow moving by me.
Damn how can this possibly be?
With almost the last nail in the coffin what did I see?
Why could you of not been here
Before I started the first nail?
Well, it is a little late, me pounding this last nail in.
So I might as well not pretend.
Hi my name is b#tch.
Cackled this crazy witch.
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:This guy had been getting under my skin for a while. I finially went off and told him I would not date none of the guys there ever. And about the time I got done with my tirade I looked up at a guy that could of been as he walked thru the door. I had held off going off like that for a year. Why I couldn't for just a few more minutes I do not know.