I lay and wonder every night
About why we had that stupid fight
Why'd I have to call you a slut
And why I had to slap you up
But thats what you get you cheating slut
Now your ass is laying dead
In the trunk of my Cadillac truck with no head.
Do I feel some anger in this poem or ;0) Just kidding ;0) If I was a slut I would be affraid at the moment, because you have painted it well with angry energy and I think person who recieve this poem certainly understand it ;0)