You said all the sweetest things 
Exactly what I wanted, too 
But it turns out 
I was the fool 
Every promise was empty 
Every word untrue 
Nothing you said 
Meant shit to you 
I was just another toy 
An easy fucking screw 
You curly haired mother fucker 
I fucking hate you 

You led me on 
Made me believe 
That I was more 
Than a piece of meat 
How could I be so stupid 
That I did not see 
That the lousy sex you gave 
Was emotionally empty 
I wish I saw it coming 
’cause then I could have been 
Ready for the scripted scene 
You curly haired mother fucker 
You’re a filthy fucking skeeze 

Wanna know a secret 
Before I walk away? 
Those nights my body tensed up 
And I yelled out your name 
Every shudder was faked 
Every orgasm played 
You couldn’t even make me cum 
You should be ashamed 
I pleasured you intensely 
And all I got was a migraine 
You curly haired mother fucker 
I’ll never pleasure you again

Will is an author and artist and producer (it’s only one indie short film but it’s on IMDB.com so it totes counts!) and founder of fetchentertainment.com and pain in the ass. He rather opinionated and has no problem sharing his thoughts on a variety of topics from the freakshow that was Election 2016 (how tf did Trump freaking win!?) to the importance of matching that belt to those shoes. He adores penguins and has a maniacal plan to use an army of them to take over the world and crown himself Emperor of All That Is (though he’d be happy with the Winter Russian Palace in what he would rename Mine!-Mine!-Mine!) but until then enjoys hiding away in his apartment and writing all sorts of tales that would worry that cokehead Sigmund Freud (really, we should believe he snorted for science!?) and drawing pictures of his creations.

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