I was also beaten across the nation

Just for recreation

But took love into consideration

And bore it with a grin

Until my love wore thin

And then, when...

My nerves became shot, shattered, and destroyed

I became a bit annoyed

And got disgusted...

Got to where I couldn't be trusted.

I caught love in his sleep

And sewed him in a sheet

Then commenced to beat

Him until he became flat and slushy

I hope this poem is not too mushy?

Perhaps I cut off his balls

If I did it was for good cause

I can't remember if I did

I am now a women to be reckoned with...

I find no sane benefit

In looking back in regret

Wishing we had never met

And the details of my story

Is much too gross and gory

To be of any glory

And would gather a wealth

Of pity for myself.

Its not sympathy I'm after

But a chuckle and your laughter.