He ain't heavi(ly pregant), he's my brother
What world do you live in where men don’t have minds?
You are blind to the fact you had a gem,
A rare find
I could slap him for being so damn kind
Coz I would have battered you down with harsh words
Shoved your pretty face in a bag of dog turds
After filling your sockets with seeds and have you balls pecked out by birds.
It’s not that you’re a slut
We’ve all played that game
A happy weekend as long as some guy came
A big sexual ego hiding shrivelled self esteem
Yeah that’s lame
But you take things too far – you’re fucking mean.
Narcissistic princess, I’ve seen you before
You’re plotting revenge whilst still on all fours
You’re more than a player, you’re a psycho whore.
See that night should have been delight
Or genuine sorrow
But was met with a smirk, as your mind ticked
“Wait til tomorrow…..”
Money on the fact you drafted the text that night
Revelling in delight
That this might, just might
Get a smidgen more attention
And you’d be absolutely right…..
“I’m pregnant. I need a hug”
He carved deeper across his forehead ‘I’m a fucking mug’
And met you and wiped away your tears
Was empathetic to your fears
And put behind the fact you were so damn rude to his peers,
Played hot and cold
And copped off with someone else during your last date
Right in front of his sorry face.
He was there for you
Ignored his own panic
Behind closed doors he was manic
Trapped under heavy weight
Like an unlucky motor mechanic.
See your potential situation
Is other girls dreams
But I’m glad you aborted the niece I could have had
Coz heaven forbid it got your genes.