90s Ghetto Style Romanticism
By Josh Cohen
Warning: This poem may be offensive to some
"Where Are You Biatch?"
My bitch is whack,
When be she comin back?
I've been feelin kinda lonely,
And a little horney.
My bitch is gone, and I'm unsatisfied.
Wherefore be
my hoes,
Where they be at? who knows...
The pool is all dried up,
I couldn't fit it in a cup.
Cuz my bitches be gone, and I'm unsatisfied.
That cat flew
like a little yellow ducky,
I can't believe it, damn, I'm so unlucky.
Why she gotta go? we was havin lotsa fun,
And why she gotta take off, like a bullet from a gun?
My bitch flew the coup, and I'm unsatisfied.
You is a hound-dog
bitch,
Now let me smack that ass, witch.
You was a low down hoe,
But I could use a good blow.
You left me, whore, and I'm unsatisfied.
Maybe it was
the crack,
Or the rug-burns on your back.
I don't know why you would leave
But I'm missin yo' nappy weave.
Get back here hoebitch, cuz I'm unsatisfied.
You best not
get no new man-whore,
Cuz my shaft is chafed from humpin the door.
If I see you I will man-bitch-slap you like Duece,
But if you toss it, I'll call it a truce.
This skank-ass-hoe left me, and I'm unsatisfied.
You left me blue-balled
and beggin
The sexual healin was just beginin.
You ran away runnin,
With the dildo still gunnin.
Come back and get yo kneepads, cuz I'm unsatisfied.
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