Bitch

Dear Ms. BITCH, I hope this letter finds you well, doing good all for yourself, as for me nothing to tell, well,

Though my current living situation is a living hell.

Funny how the truth can float, ain't it, darlin' dear?

You spun your web of pretty lies and got me stuck in here.

Remember all those promises, whispered in my ear?

Each one a poisoned spear, dripping pain and tears.

I'm just reflectin' on the past, no malice in my heart,

Just wonderin' how a pretty face like yours could play such an evil part.

The sun still sets out west, and darkens out my chest

While thoughts of your sweet treachery test me out with stress.

A gangster always pays his debts, and soon I'll be set free,

Then we can discuss, politely, what harm you've done to me.

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Dear Ms. Bitch. You get high on all the hate you have for me you hide behind a fake smile of fake love for me you attack me then you call the cops on me. My real eyes see and realize you telling real lies just as much as all the lice between your hairs.