Jack Tyler III

I hate your poems

I loathe your writings
Your stanzas are cheap
Why doesn't anyone like me?
Ever since you made it big
You left your true friend behind

Now it's time for my revenge
I'll hunt you down
You'll read my writings
But not before you're gagged
Oh
Not before you're bound

You stole my love
With slimy words
I fucking hate you
Jack Tyler the third

Call me evil
Call me disturbed
But you are to blame
For what will occur

I'll knock on your door
It’ll probably be answered by my ex whore
I will bring wine
Just like old times

You both will imbibe
But only one will die
Then you will be next
Oh don’t be so perplexed
You played me for a fool
You pretentious tool

Once, I dreamed of being on top
But you were always so jealous
You siphoned my work
Just like a mop

I should be content
But you only caused me sorrow
This time tomorrow
You will experience true fear
Mark my words
I'll kill you for stealing my life
Jack Tyler the third