That one
Lower than low. That’s her ex. (A poem about a friend's seriously terrible ex)
That one
Lower than low
That’s her ex.
Weasley sputterer
Text-dick-talking
Kid-bully.
Back at the mall
his swarthiness
made her pussy burn.
Now all we can do
is look away.
Stay away
from that one
We’re shouting
We’re whispering
But that one
That one
always defies
expectations
delivering
feeble jabs
that still hurt.
This poem is part of a series about my friends’ exes.
