About four years ago, I dated a girl named Sharon. We were on again, off again and all that. She got married about a year ago to some boat salesman. Apparently, she saw me in a bar a few months ago and wrote a poem about it. She decided to email me the poem and I decided to share it with you. Here it goes.
Hazel Eyed Enigma
He keeps his phone on vibrate
Because he doesn't want to be rude
To the same people he insults.
He oozes passion
But doesn't seem to care about anyone.
I've hated him
As much as I've loved him.
In a word, he is infuriating.
And that makes me insane.
I saw him three weeks ago
Making out with some miniskirt whore
In the back of some smoky, redneck
Country Bar.
Poor girl, I thought.
She just doesn't know.
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