Hi nasty sweetheart, not a day without
a prayer for your death. I guess that you,
by now, have a great time, when I,
locked in my flat, can only watch tv.
Dumped is the word, I smell. For a whole week
I could not face my face, my red brimmed eyes,
the lanky hair, I try hard to pull out. I shout.
I broke the hateful mirror, as it showed
not me, someone I do not know, a horrid
scarecrow was exchanged for me. I went away
to sunny Italy. I smell those orange blossoms,
take a ride on donkey carts, I 'll also see Capri.
Have a good time, beloved bastard mine,
have a good fuck, I wish you all the luck
of Singapore. Stay with your whore, next time
I'll trip her up, should I bang into her at Tesco's for
A VERY ENJOYABLE MEETING!
