No More Use Poem by Lamar Cole

No More Use



Never again would she give him all her money.
Just because he said that she was his sweet honey.
Never again would she let him lay around all-day drunk.
And stinking like a skunk.
Never again would she put up with his verbal abuse.
For him she had no more use.

Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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