Young, Immature, Adolescent Ex Poem by Gladys Gladys

Don’t take this as an offensive, that’s is not why I’m here
There’s just a question is, what you see in her?
She has a price tag as a necklace, a pipe on her sleeve
She doesn’t know your name but is not afraid to please
Oh buddy please don’t fall, even though I’ll be there to catch you
Hopefully if the time is right, she just might even snatch you
Lucky You! You darn foul!
It wasn’t just the other day, when you cried, over me….
I was the one that… “Broke your heart”
But it wasn’t meant on purpose
I wanted you to get over me but not w/ a penny worth sleaze.