Yeah I Said... Poem by Tebogo Tshegofatso

I'm breaking up with you;
Because your hills are demented,
Your shrills are foulish
And your attention is fragmented,
Your soul is lustful, and yet
Your breasts are childish,
Your heart is tormented because
Of an unsure tomorrow,
Therefore I stuff you where chicks break,
There you'll hatch your hell
Out of a love you annoyed,
Here's a bill of divorcement,
Prepared for Lucifer and his crush,
Prepared for a harlot's garment,
Prepared for you!