The measure of a man must be taken with care.
What looks and sounds good on the outside can be empty and bare.
Words that are spoken should only be heard,
Not ever taken as his final word.
When he tells you he loves you, this may be a bad sign.
Please spare me the bullshit, without them I was doing just fine.
When jealousy starts to get a hold of this nut.
Watch how his words go from “I love you” to “Slut.”
Oh and if this man has himself a wife.
Tell him to go and get a f*&^ing life.
Copyright ©2008 Veronica Romm
August 5, 2008 at 6:50 pm
Love It
August 5, 2008 at 7:32 pm
*bows down to the queen*
August 5, 2008 at 9:21 pm
This is some seriously funny poetry. I think I know a few of these guys.
August 5, 2008 at 9:40 pm
WTF? That’s so rough, Veronica! =)
Who hurt you?….
(whimpers) who hurt you?
cheers
cap
August 6, 2008 at 6:06 am
I have a friend who could arrange a hit…
I’ve missed you…
August 6, 2008 at 10:56 pm
Wow…now that was something tough and bold on the poetry-level…loved it (and I think I know a version of him!…yuck!
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August 7, 2008 at 1:43 pm
Great poem. Makes me think.And wonder.
For some it’s a hobby. For some it’s a game.
For some it’s the main job. But there’re always women who fall for these nut cases. Leave it as a joke and move on.. Life’s waiting… Thank U Veronica! Always a fan of ur writing…
August 7, 2008 at 2:28 pm
yahoo messenger is phuqing evil. It phuqs my ship up every time I start getting used to it.
August 13, 2008 at 4:13 pm
This is pretty good knowing the story and all, very succinct.