She called me

She called me a wanker

and stormed off

down the hall

called me a

waste of space

wouldn’t return my calls

she told my friends

I was impotent

no dick to tweak off

I was a pervert

too indecent

to speak of

called ex-girlfriends

to arrange a lynch mob

all enemies

trying to arrange

a Contract job

tore up my




meant it only as a laugh


my stereo

and gaff

wrote on my car

scratched deep in the dust




it comes thru’ now in rust

I asked everyone

d’ya think she loves me?

& they all agreed

with her

what a


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