Do you honestly think that I wouldn't find out
You're little rendezvous with her
The way you held her
Spoke to her
The way you even looked at her
You thought I wouldn't notice
The way you talked for hours on the phone
When I asked who it was, you said it was a friend
But even that busty, ditzy, slutty tramp
Could've seen through your act
I'm suprised you didn't wake up
When I came into the house
Temper flared, hatred obvious
and pistol in my hand
I was suprised that you jump when I cocked it
Look of suprise on your face
Then fear taking it over when I pointed to you head
The pleading look on your face making me smile
....such a sick, twisted smile
Men should know they can't bake their bread and eat it too
Author notes
Option 2
A contest entry
- I'm a Bitch, I'm a Lover? by Poetic Obscenity.
1000 points, ended July 6, 2008, 41 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow I like this one
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Psychotic. I'm likin it. My favorite thing about this is that you ended it with "Men should know they can't bake their bread and eat it too" I like how you used it to your advantage. Good job.
~shiningstars
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That my dear is fucking awesome! I mean, it's twisted, it's bitchy. It's vengeful! It's everything i love, all in one awesome super amazing poem.
Sorry, usually my comments are thought out and very nice and intelligent but this has gotten me fired up and it's just fucking brilliant.
Wonderful job!
"The pleading look on your face making me smile
....such a sick, twisted smile"
Reading this, i got that smile. =]
<333 it
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