Account Login
The man who f***** my wife is dead - poem.
The man who f***** my wife is dead.
At last the slime has changed to dung.
I happily know the burial date -
last week and where the t*** was flung.
So one day I can find the grave
And spit and p*** and s*** on him.
I only hope he suffered long
With searing agonising pain
Before he left this lovely world whose life he'd not deserved to gain.
The man who f***** my wife is dead
And I will sing.
Report this
6 Comments
- newest
- oldest
- most replies
- most popular
sdf
Lol good poem . a man also f***** my wife many years ago . i revenged her by f****** her sister . but best was me and his mother . ah when i look back revenge is sweet
I killed them both, wife and her scum lover.
You have issues. One being that you suck at poetry.
AA
What particular aspect of my poetry do you feel sucks AA? What issues do you think I have, being glad to hear that the man who committed adultery with my wife has died? How should someone feel in such a situation?
Your wife is a w****
I often think about the guy that f***** my wife, if he is dead. He was older and tiny-dicked. Hated the f***** but sure made our s** a lot better.