When I see her, I’m going to let her have it.
I’ve had to make a list of times that I would choose not to do the wrong thing
and this time is no different
I have waited a long time for my hands to find her throat
to watch her beady eyes bulge,
to break her beaklike nose
and now, instead I choose to become generous.
So when I see her , I’ll let her have it
His unwashed laundry
His disgusting socks
His lack of manners
His dirty kitchen
His sweaty bed, never changed
His rhythm method , which of course has no rhythm
His car, foul with cigarette smoke and crushed butts
His bad taste in music
His idea of foreplay
His fear of oral sex
His ignorance about women
His endless tapes of bikes going in circles
His unwanted children
His thoughtlessness
His lack of love and his scorn for romance
yeah I guess I was wrong about him
and what I thought he had for me
so I have to look back and sigh and be all heartbroken
and then try to picture us together in the future
and oh ,well
I tried to cry and be frail
but it looks like I have to get on with my life
so I will, I am
but just to make the load some lighter
the next time I see her, I’ll let *her* have it.
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