My ex was a real bitch.
Not like Marilyn, in the Seven Year Itch.
Spends all of my money, and asks for more.
Wish they had a job, and weren’t so poor.
Plays video games, and has no drive.
I have to feed them, to keep them alive.
An ex is an ex, for a reason.
Sometimes, it’s as bad as treason.
They piss you off, and make you mad.
When they finally leave, you are so glad.
Doesn’t help, with the laundry or dishes.
Going it alone, is in all of my wishes.
How did I pick them?, God only knows.
Being with them, it really blows.
If I married, she’ll take half of my things.
Small price to pay, to do without her stings.
I did love them, at one time.
Now I wish them ill, covered in lime.
Everything they do, gets on your last nerve.
Even when they drive, they can’t help but swerve.
When they eat, it makes your skin crawl.
Before you speak, finish chewing all.
Sometimes they smell, and don’t take a shower.
Wow, that underarm has some power.
I’m through, I’m through, I’ve had my fill.
When I have to pay, for their phone bill.
I can’t take anymore.
There’s the door!
Grab your stuff and go, I never want to see you again.
Spending time with you, would be worse than sin.
I can’t say enough, I’m done with my ex.
We’re meeting next week, but just for sex.
Spider Michaels