You Proclaim to be all innocent saying your miss nice...
Well, you're nothing but a liar who's guilty, and cold as ice
Things that were said you act lost with a clue
This is the primary reason I deal with a selective few
You cried on my shoulder, and I was a good friend....
But, misery loves company; sorry to say I won't attend...
One thing I know, and this is my personal view...
People just don't start lying all out the blue...
Lord please send this chick back to her own home town
I'm a writer and this is how I express what I feel
If you have a problem with it, do what you do best, whine pout, cry and squeal
So many things about me eventually you gone learn
Your pathetic little life is not my concern........
Your situation, really made me angry, therefore I'm sending up a prayer
Once you didn't know me lets take it back there
I'm gone charge this incident to the game, and stop stressing
I'm not even gone hold a grudge and miss out on my blessing
I'm a GOOD Person, I"m NOT a liar or even shady
And this "particular" poem is dedicated to a certain "Bag Lady"
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