No nervous, I had presumed,
As I wait for the arbitration,
My own legal courthouse,
To mentally bite a piece fromher arse.
I will fight for what I live:
All that is mine will hopefully end up mine.
Let the world of my recent life,
To watch the end of the war (with my past so-called wife).
Fairness is not what I am after,
As she; the queen of unfairness,
Has always mistreated me,
Including everything (except my body), in her nest.
The little good, she had,
Was definitely lost with my friends,
She had made in the east,
They have since left her, for dead.
She may have gained a few points,
But they were not encouragement points,
For her, to say that she had a hard life,
What about the generation of parents, before us?
For her sexual habits had been always fulfilled,
For the only good word she ‘d always recognize was, “Screwed!”
You had to stay with her,
Until she was quite pleased and was finished with you.
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