Last night was some crazy ****,
I got hit.
Over, and over, and over.

The day started out sunny,
but someone owed money,
and those ******* came to me.

Hoping I'd pay off his debt.

The biggest one was the most rank,
and the others stank, of sickly sweet ******.
When the biggest one grabbed me, that stench consumed me.

For a moment, just for a moment,
my opponents felt like home sweet home.
I tried to defend myself.

Huge mistake.

Tire irons hurt, but the stronger the person who wields it,
the more you tend to squeal.
Ex boyfriends really ****.

Especially when they leave you for Europe,
and stick you with their debt left in the states.