I almost posted your face with the word Herpes
but decided instead to write this I, Anonymous piece.
You thought you were smooth, I thought you were sweet,
preying on a pretty girl in her time of need.
I hope when you read this it makes you terribly sick
even more so than I did from the disease on your dick.
I hope one day you can grow up and be a man,
but I doubt you ever will with your ex always holding your hand.
Your cabbie job suits you taking everyone for a ride,
around the block a few times then dumped on the side
You're as useless as your sad excuse for a penis
so now this sickness is all that's left between us
I hope one day you will look down in shock
and watch your cursed rod fall off.
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