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!
Topic(s) of this poem: cheating, dogs, drinking
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