Hey there,
it's the real Jeff here,
'come to clean some shit up.
What's up a**whipe?
You like to spread shit,
but guess what mother f**ker,
I like clit.
And if you were worth a s**t,
it'd be your name you'd be puttin on the line.
I see where you get off runnin your mouth,
On a poetry site too, that's what your about?
You're a punk little b***h,
you better study up,
cause you obviously don't know me.
I'm done playin games,
Did you really want that bad?
To see the real J.D.?
I ain't no dumb f**k, I know you're a ho,
guess what everyone it's Kristina F**kin Poe!
Guess you got ticked off cause Fire got my attention,
got to come see me and hang out for a while.
You talk too much s**t, but I'll let Fire take care of it.
You better skip town, when the holidays come around, when Fire comes down, she's puttin your a** in the ground.
[For legal purposes, any threats in this poem are to be taken lightly and are not intended to be taken in offense.]
Of course, the poem was not by me and as most people know, I am NOT gay. So issue resolved.