Where do I begin
to tell my love story,
of how wrong a love can go,
and why did it,
I really want to know,
what did I do,
but give my all,
my everything.
And, at first it was enough,
and hearts were filled with glee,
then the next thing I do see,
is a DOT, a besmirched DOT,
foul and filled with stench,
the source of malcontent,
bad advise from friend,
taken to heart,
that tore mine apart,
along with my world.
So, I had searched for all my life,
for that one to call my wife,
and I had reached my journeys end,
til this good for nothing friend,
did her damage, irreparably.
So where do I begin,
but at it's end,
DOT's destiny for we.
Dump buckets of dog shit on me,
and you will surely see,
me react with indignity.
