I'm not sure when this one was written, but I do remember what it was about. This poem isn't about me at all since I've never slept with a woman. This one is about David, who slept with his first girl after he slept with me 3 times. This girl (who I believe was 16 at the time and already had 2 kids) was to say the least SKANKY. She truly made me nauseus. I started to hear things that she said about David and how he was in bed, thus the inspiration for this poem. This is done from David's point of view, although I never found out if he heard what I heard. I did, however, get my revenge on El Skanko. I met her once and I told her that I had David before her (which made her a little pissed), but then I proceeded to tell her that he was incredible in bed, so it must have been her that was indeed terrible. She left the conversation quickly after that. Here's to you David!
You've been saying stuff or so I heard,
You made me think that it was true.
Bitch,Bitch. You're such a sleaze.
But your a bitch and i think you see,
Copyright © 2002 Christopher Burns
And now for you, I only have one word.
You're a bitch and now you know.
You were nothing but a fuckin' Ho!
You faked yours, well I did too!
The moans of joy, I oft expressed
Well, it was nothhing. I'm not impressed.
You screwed, you faked, and also teased.
If I didn't hate you so much,
Your body I would like to touch.
There's nothing great about fucking with me.