The Big Mistake
Jack was working overtime
Each Minute he'd make a dime
He really needed money
His wife thought it was funny
She was a whore
In a day she'd score four
Her husband got sick of it
So he went to work and said "I quit"
He went to his wife's work
And hit a clerk
The clerk was f**king his wife
He got into a strife
And killed the hell of them two
He went home so blue
And said "the hell wit you"
He knew he loved her a lot
So he went to get a gun
And thats when he was done.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Barb (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, December 11 2002, 07:58 pm|
I liked your writing you express your feelings,I just didn't like the material. I can be a prude:)
I don't like violent stories or swearing. But alot of people do. Keep up your writing.
|Donna (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, January 7 2003, 09:53 pm|
LoL,i know,i don't like that stuff either ,but i thought of writing it and thx a lot,i hope to keep my writing up,hope you will!!
|Martin Vann (184.108.40.206) -- Friday, January 10 2003, 10:55 pm|
The web is spakling with the morning dew
like diamonds set by a jewe;er's tool
The sun is warm, the Web, is cool
this deadly treasure, awaits a fool
It's room is ready, the spider waits
for one who will not hesitate
To share the beauty of this estate
before the diamonds, seals, it's fate
|Donna (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, January 13 2003, 03:05 am|
Martin Vann....Whatz the poem for?nice one though....
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