The Ex - Poem by April Humason
He had a mistake and she was a flake. She's the allergy that's killing our energy. I use to be all calm till I met my stepson's mom. Now the misery of her is tearing apart our family. I don't know what she expects she is the ex. Maybe she's a little mental but she still has parental rights. I'm starting to get a little ticked and would love to afflict some pain on her. But, she would tattle on me for the battle. So don't think about my struggle until you can juggle my life. We've been moving on with improving by removing her. Only eight years till I no longer have to communicate with her I can hardly wait. Cause the kiss of death feels my house with darkness every since I met his Ex.
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