From Across The Room You Lean On Him Poem by Joshua Johnson

As I was eating
I was thinking of your beauty
Heavily I started breathing
As I saw him touch your booty

This has gone on
For to long baby girl
My patience is almost gone
My stomach about to hurl

I don't belive you saw me
Staring in you direction
Leaning all over Javorie
I planned my murder to perfection

As you did this
I could no longer bare
To think of you kiss
Or the smell of your hair

So see me on Monday
This I can't promise you will
For I turn the other way
To carry out vengance and kill