Flowers

I brought her flowers
and she gave me a shotgun
double barrel
then she stuck it into my mouth
my smile is so wide
at least im always happy
im happy when she is with another guy
im happy with the fact she doesn’t love me
im happy when im in the casket

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Published:: January 5, 2008 / 6:05 am

Category:: Poetry

Tags:: cheating, girlfriend, poem, shotgun

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My writing isn’t for all eyes to see. Alot of it is vulgar, alot of it is edgy, alot of it is grotesque. But for those who understand why, they can truly see what it is thats going on. So I say this as a mild warning that this is not easy reading nor should it be. I don’t write to entertain, thats for sure.

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