Wicked Love
by J.R. Pearson
No, no. Really, it's OK.
My sister was just smashed by a giant
flying house but, whatever.
No one cares or sends flowers,
not even a "Sry bout sis!" text.
And look at this complexion GREEN!
My hands, my nose, that wart—
(I named him Jeffery)
Let just say I haven't been on a date since the Jitterbug
was in, then he tried some "moves" & ended up a
jitterbug.
My social circle consist of 3 bat-winged monkeys,
a crystal ball, and a dwarf named Lollipop.
And I am the wicked one?!
I know that floozy & her mutt has some chisel-chin
beau back home in Dirthole, Kansas.
I'll bet dollars to donuts he has no clue
she's turning trix for lonely broke-down business men.
That whore is going to touch MY Wizard!
People say: look, she's so pure, her pigtails are spun gold,
her gleaming emerald eyes—
Her & that trio of mentally deficient
ass clowns don't know what REAL love is.
It's even after all this time, after he said no
by transforming me into a green monster,
after my children became monkeys,
I still can't bear the thought him falling in love
with a tornado sucking tramp!
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