I found her lipstick in his briefcase.
Why the Hell would it be there?
Bad enough he told me with a straight face:
“Went and bought YOU sexy underwear.”
I’ve known he was a cheater for a while now.
But, man...those hands, those lips, those eyes...
In my dreams I’m strangling that cheap cow
But killing her won’t stop his trifling lies.
Tomorrow he’ll con another girl with lackage
To take him to the heights he hungers for.
Maybe he’ll impress her with his package
But afterwards he’s just a crashing bore.
I think I’ll do a favor for sweet young things
Waiting for “my” man to call their own.
Before he hints at imminent gold rings
Then shows them he’s a Leo DiCap-clone...
I’ll conger up a rancid, deadly potion.
In moments he’ll be yelling, “You’re a bitch!”
I'll whisper: ”You’re a bit off with that notion...
Actually I’m a cheater-murdering witch."