I caught you in the shower with the girl from next door.

I don't want to hear you explain how it won't happen again.

pack your bags and get out of my life and do it fast you're wasting my time

And if you ever call me honey one more time I'll smack you so hard you'll be seeing stars for years to come

So get up and get out now.

if you keep standing there the cops are going to be called and I'll be doing 10 to 25 because the only thing that will be left of you when the cops arrive will be a smudge on the sidewalk and blood on my fist I'll take you for a whirl by the time it's all said and done you won't be seeing anything anymore you'll be dead and gone

So get out before I lose control like a mother bear protecting her Cubs I'll slash you all up.

So bye-bye you little twit too bad you weren't loyal because life would have been good like the Garden of Eden and now you'll never know because you picked the wrong Apple from The Forbidden tree. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale