When I Poured Out His Whiskey

When I poured out his whiskey

He turned around & he hit me

Everything spun & I saw stars

No more whiskey for you

 

I swore to this day, I would make you pay

 

Payback is a b***h as I kick you to the curb

Out on your a*s & into the street

Until hell freezes over

Reconciliation is out of the question

Excuse me if I don't give a hoot

Damn bottle of whiskey, no more

 

Out on your a*s & into the street

Until hell freezes over

To the curb is where you belong, from now on

 

He didn't quite no what hit him

I meant every word that I said

So now he can no longer hit me

 

With him, I am through until

Hell freezes over...

I swore to this day, I would make you pay

Sweet revenge tastes pretty good, I say

Keep your whiskey & your hands off of me

Excuse me if I don't give a hoot

You aren't worth a dime, or my precious time

 

 

Reviews

[ashley]

This is great! Fantastic poem. I can feel the emotions, good job. :D

[Wicahpi]

LoL sorry is laughing at Fabian :)

And I agree 'that no good woman hitting b*****d' !

I know a few of them and they deserve worse than a curb!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

(Hides bottle of Crown Royal behind his back)...ugh...nice ppp Poem deb. That sorry no good woman hitting b*****d!!! Behind my back? Oh, nnn Nothing!?!?!