P.S. Fuck You

She always tries to emulate every image that voyaged through her vision Changing her sexual orientation characterizing it as a snazzy trend Falsely claiming that she’s bisexual as a cover to fit the scene Labels herself a natural person at the expense of her sanity She crafts lacerations in ostentatious areas to gain sympathy Shoots my point of view to hell then discards me as another victim To foil her devious scheme to use and bruise the hearts of the innocent Offers to shave her head not for a cure but an outrageous plea for help Using people as pillows for her infinite barrage of tear drop artillery Being the two-face she devil that she is she then grabs her knife And stabs me in the back while expelling a heartless laugh from her vocals Revealing a stone, cold soul showing not even the slightest hint of mercy This lady and the euphoria of love are complete strangers to each other But I refuse to take the blame for what she inherited from her mother Attention whore and nothing more on bended knee across the floor As I strip her soul down to the core and make her run straight for the door She doesn’t stand a chance against the rapture of this dreadful beast For this beast wants to feast upon her delectably succulent meat Now I have not a clue what realm she lives in Or what she’s trying to ensue But the only thing I can say is P.S. Fuck You By Glenn McCrary © 2011 (All rights reserved)