Ew Gross or A Stalker Gawk Cur- a poem.

Ew, Gross


A Stalker Gawk Cur

A Taco Bell date got you cussed.

That former flame turned out her light

when your wallet became too tight.

Your love life has turned into dust,

and now Friday nights are a bust.

Your face is a lunatic smile

while stalking her twitter profile.

Dude, that brain of lust should be trussed.



Not good at all, but I needed to write. So, I did.


My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 20 SMILE. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

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