RANCID APOLOGY, by Ladilyte Subscribe to rss feed for Ladilyte

Sorry?
Do you mean it?
Or have the disgusting fumes of vomit from your lips,
thinking that's what I want to hear, graced not only my
displeasing nose but ears?
Oh come off it....
Sorry is not how you're feeling
It's what you are.
And believe me...no one is as sorry as you!!!
You're repulsive
The sight of you makes the dirtiest homeless person eating
out of a maggot infested trash can next to a pile of dog
crap nauseous.
Take back your weak apology.
It's not nearly as strong as my Bounty paper towel that I
scrub the inside of my dirty oven with.
The oven I dirtied making this stupid "I Love You" dinner
How dumb could I have been?
To not have seen the signs
All of my friends told me you were no good
But I just thought they were jealous of what we had
How right they were.
Sorry?
Do you really mean it?
Or have you once again burdened my life with your pitiful,
lame, worthless, rancid apologies?
Please leave.....
I don't want to hear from you anymore!!!
Posted: 2008-06-30 18:26:03 UTC

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