I know about all of your flames.
They were all the same.
I even know the names.
Long before googling and maps.
You thought me just a sap.
But you see I had a map.
I bought a little device.
Truck drivers hate the tracker.
The Celica wore it like a jacker.
I’d take the GPS and I have no doubts.
You see I downloaded your routes.
Gee whiz you got around.
To about every guy in town.
Hah, I knew it all along.
You know Poolie died, did he tell me wrong?
It was sure a crafty deal.
You even had Austin peel.
Too bad he has the cancer.
Shucks with no rancor.
I know about you leaky faucet.
Glad you lost it.
Remember at the Pizza and Sub he called.
You had to go pay the bill at the antique mall.
No? Oh, right you played ball.
Those who can’t trust deceive.
Hope you happiness is bereaved.
And dead rabbit you receive.
So best of luck with Chuck.
Just smile and nod, I know you like to smuckty, smuck, smuck.
Just my luck…
Thank you Yeshua!
For the the trail ways highway.
I can’t wait for it to go viral.
Who would have thunk, try not to spiral.
Karma awaits with a funeral pyre.
Break on through to the other side
Cause you and all your bitches lied.
K Dawn lied to poor mark us, yep, she took a ride.
When down low on the slide on a wild ride.
She didn’t visit Barbie in Eva.
She went to see another retriever.
Like mom like step-cat.
I know it’s hard to handle, want to borrow a bat?
His name was Randle.
Or some other handle.
Sad but very true.
Go ahead sue.
BTW, fuck you.
Here’s to you Mrs. Rob-in-son-boto.
Try not to blow snoto.