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Rage at my age is
I don't know
Except every time
I know her house is his house
I want to
Take her by the shoulders
Shake the dead skin off her ugly face
Tell her to let go of my man

Why in the hades of thought
Do I even care?
My life's better without this frustration
He doesn't give me satisfaction
He's too selfish to move away
From his momma or his new wife

I can be thankful
God made me a woman
Because if I were a man
With the skills of battle
Under my belt
I'd be kicking both
Their buttocks from town

To their neighborhood
Where they have no friends
Tha 's because they're too good
Or so they think
I hate them both when I am angry

I was happily living
Until I had to come to work and
Know him going home to the parasite
I call his new wife
She is his wife
She tells him what to do and who to see

She let's him stay there for little or nothing
She thinks she's a Christian
You're not, baby, let me tell you
Or you'd be turning the other cheek
And I never even saw the first one the slap it silly.

5/30/2006 0419 cj

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