His White Whore Poem by Ramona Thompson

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Black and white
Something that is just so out of style
Both of you just too vile for words
With talents way, way over-rated
On the fast track to nowhere
Can't sing
Can't dance
Can't do a damm thing right
Sure don't know nothing about pleasing a man
At least that's what he told me
Late last night at the motel
Sweating and moaning in my arms
He begged me to help forget about you
His most fatal flaw
His very worse mistake
You think you're his lady for now and for life
But the truth of the matter as he told me is really this....
All you really are honey is.....
His white whore


Breaking it off soon
Moving you out and me in
Damm man can barely wait to be rid of you and your stupid stuff
Dragging him down
Hurting his chances of ever having a real career or life
All you ever do is bore him with talk of you, you, you
Never ever spare one thought for him or his troubles
All you care about is your own
Making up lies
Twisting and turning what few people who care about him againest him
All so you can shine brighter in the spotlight
Selling your body and your soul just to get ahead
Screwing everyone over including your so called lover
Laughing and caring that you hurt him
Just as long as he will keep on being your meal ticket
Waiting and watching for something better to come along
Until then you'll pretend to be happy
Starring in the only role you know that you were truely born to play
The role of his white whore


With a heart like the coldest winter
Don't know how he could have ever fallen for you
The girl who only ever wanted one thing
Her name up in lights
Her life story a major television network event
Yeah, right
As if I'm ever gonna let you get away with that one
Pulled the wool over too many pairs of eyes
Now it's up to me to stop it
No matter what I have to do or who I have to hurt
Even if I wind up breaking his heart
The heart of the man I once cared for so very much
It will all be worth it in the end
Just to see you witch put in your proper place at last
Your dreams dead and buried under 6 feet worth of your deceit
Trust me when I say
That day is coming soon
That day when you experience your greatest downfall
When all your cards come falling down
One by one by one
I swear slut that I will be there to declare you to one and all
As nothing more then this
Nothing more then......


His white whore



2006 Ramona Thompson