A Rag Man's Trumpet
A mutual friend has told me
that you're a tow rag now,
and that you've already
broken your marriage vows.
You've been screwing around
without a thought or care
and leaving your scum
just about anywhere.
You told me she was the one
and then chucked me in.
You hurt me so bad,
I couldn't stop crying.
Since then I've found out
just what you are.
A toe rag and scum bag
that drives a red car.
Your just a worthless anus
of the worst possible kind.
You want stuffing with a ragman's trumpet
horn end first and from behind.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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