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Fed up, Het up, Done

Gotta tell ya how I feel,
Tell ya what is real
Gonna have to squeal
So you know the deal

Fed up of coming home to yo shit everyday,
Het up with yo shit that don’t flush away,
Been going on too long,
Singin the same old song,
I’m fed up,
And I’m done.

I’m fed up,
I’m het up,
I’m fed up,
I’m het up,
And I’m done.

Fed up of yo stubborn damn crap,
Het up, I’m about to crack,
Takin so long
Treatin me wrong
I’m fed up
And I’m done

I’m fed up,
I’m het up,
I’m fed up,
I’m het up,
And I’m done.

Fed up of picking up yo pieces,
Het up of dealin with yo faeces,
When I’m back from work,
Make me go berserk,
I’m fed up,
And I’m done.

I’m fed up,
I’m het up,
I’m fed up,
I’m het up,
And I’m done.

Gotta tell ya how I feel,
Tell ya what is real
Gonna have to squeal
So you know the deal

I’m fed up,
I’m het up,
I’m fed up,
I’m het up,
And I’m done.
— Poetree, Feb 19, 2010

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xena465

xena465

16 years 3 months ago

Oh wow…is this an angry

Oh wow...is this an angry poem or not? Who ever you're fed up with, I'm just glad it's not me!!! You certainly got that off your chest! Rosina xena465