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SECOND RATE...
I can't believe I almost lost my shit.
Weren't a match; you gave up too quick.
Bonnie and Clyde, ran out my back door.
She pretended not be a second-rate whore.
She chase him for days, then months on end.
He told her I would obey & turn, give in.
Just hand you my husband...he's only a man.
A on a rocky foundation it was hard to stand.
In a surprise twist he suddenly got rid of her.
Now his life is in a dizzying whirl.
No more back doors for you, baby girl.
Dreamed of your end, on that you can bet.
These ideas in my mind are firmly set.
This is crazy inside my own head.
I'm far from alive yet not nearly dead.
You returned; I asked you to stay.
Forgave you, in my own little way.
Of course I was blamed for all our quarrels.
You said I was as plain as a door without laurels.
Realizing a shiny toy, was a second rate whore.
Was she worth the fight, only that and no more.
I can't believe I almost lost my shit.
Over an extra low class second rate trick.

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