Fuck Me~with the Sexy PoetSpeak

 
you thrill me with your fuck you cunt attitude  
it would be a backhand revival  
should we meet  
for my bad manners in regards to myself  
 
you really have no time  
for petty shit  
either a woman gets it or she doesn't  
 
I get you and I know my fantasy does little for you  
you want to tear down my doors  
bring me to the ground  
and Just fuck all the sin out of me  
because you're the man to do it  
 
spent years breaking  
and making um  
life's too short though  
no time for brats like me  
who don't get off for good behavior  
 
it would be solitary and throw away the key  
lucky if you gave me a dog bowl  
and a place to pee  
 
You're right Crimsin  
You're a spoiled cunt so self-obsessed  
I could break you in a New York minute  
You might get into it if you weren't writing a maggot poem  
or cursing out the fuckers who want you to clean up  
 
Truth is  
Bitches like you talk the talk  
When it comes time to walking the walk  
You switch to love poems all floaty and astral  
 
That pisses me off more than fucking auto correct  
I'm playing your game Cunt  
Let's see if your poker face stands up
Or are you really drinking a fine sauvignon blanc  
 
Pretending for the bad boys in town that it's bud light  
Either way, I'm taking you down  
Into my lost world of anti-social mayhem  
 
I was born lonely  
Mother swears she got the  wrong baby from the hospital  
My blue sky days are black  
This cowboy is outta bullets and ain't singing your song  
 
that's how you fuck a bitch Poet  
appreciate you for recognizing me