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.

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  • 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.

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