I wrote you this beautiful poem. I hope you enjoy it.
From the beginning we thought you were weird.
Now we wish you would just disappear.
You walk around with your guitar,
Hoping that’ll get you far.
Your ambition is neuroscience,
But you can’t even work a single appliance.
You use to be fat
And I was ok with that.
I was left all alone
Because Xtina went home.
You turned off the lights
To make it more night.
In reality you wanted it more dark,
So that you could hide those nasty stretch marks.
Acting like a prick,
You exaggerated about your “7inch” dick.
You were wrong,
When you said you could go long.
Look like an aztec princess?
More like a woman in distress.
I feel sorry for you
Because you will never be more,
than a giant DOUCHEY WHORE!!
Forever your Aztec Princess