I love you but I wish you would die! Before, if I thought of it I would easily cry But since you've forsaken me for a bottle of beer I don't care anymore for you my dear
I still need you for a roof over my head But I'd be better off with you dead You have brought me nothing but grief Maybe it's time for a little relief
You're killing yourself and you don't care For your daughter or me, it's just not fair I have always decided to take you back But guess what??... I'm tired of your flak.
You don't deserve me, you never did You're nothing but a baby... A little kid Your words do hurt though..... I have to admit But guess what?? I'm tired of your s*!
So, I do wish you'd die life would be a breeze Finally my mind would be at ease Cause the terror you caused me would leave And for that reason I'll never grieve.
This was my first poem about the selfish ***** named Sam. Or as I sometimes call him Dickey Do Wrong.