I have sat here night after night
with your private collection of hard liquor,
Pouring you shots as you brag to your
out of town friends,
I have put up with your roaming eyes,
and your utter bullshit of Romeo syndrome,
Have smelled your stale breath
inhaled your cheap excuse of Cologne,
But you were sadly mistaken when you
thought you could read my mind,
When your slurred drunken voice
announced to the boy's,
You could make me yours anytime,
What I was really thinking was how I should
shove this bottle up your self righteous ass,
and boot you out the door.
Honorable winner
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