Monkey Business FlushA Poem by Frieda P~an old rant that still holds truePun is blinding me in your lies the party's over, I took part of the blame you keep slapping me with jim beam knocks out screwed me over again in front of friends thought I knew you, but you're a stranger now your cherry facade is such a farce how dare you speak of peace & love your poetry is like a coffee enema you drew first blood and kept the blood flowing why don't you show them your true colors yellow like the beer you guzzle preaching like a choir boy is an insult slip your sloppy a*s back in your bottle of booze isn't that where you bought your truth down for the count, it's only a matter of time before you blow your own cover you wouldn't know love if it punched you upside the head thanks for the lesson of a lifetime cheers, now go drown in your sorrowful toilet where you usually hang your head © 2013 Frieda PAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on June 13, 2013Last Updated on October 15, 2013 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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