You Got A Fat Walmart Butt Poem by Clyde King

You Got A Fat Walmart Butt

Rating: 4.3


Just let me sit here and drink.
Getting tight helps me not to think.

When you're haunting my thought
I know in the blues I'll get caught.

When you told me goodbye
There were no tears in your eyes.

Your heart grew cold as ice.
But let me give you some advice.

When you lay down with dogs
You get up with lice.
And lice ain't nice.

Why should I care
How you got in my hair?

You're a low down, dirty slut!
And you got a fat Walmart BUTT!

So go on and leave.
I'm not going to grieve.

Go to Walmart your favorite place
And get out of my face!
You're a rotten disgrace!

October2020

You Got A Fat Walmart Butt
Friday, October 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: cheating,dogs,drinking
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Trus story. Have you been to Walmart lately?
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
L Milton Hankins 23 October 2020

I found this poem humorous, but if it was personal experience, I'm certain it was very painful. Thanks for sharing. I loved the rhymes!

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Quoth Theraven 23 October 2020

I'll drink to that. QtR

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Clyde King

Clyde King

San Antonio, Texas
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