I'M Doomed To Be In Misery
(This is a fictional poem)
A couple of weeks ago my exgirlfriend had her stomach pumped.
I accidentally served her some bad oysters and I got dumped.
I didn't know the food had gone bad, I was only trying to serve her a meal.
She wanted nothing else to do with me after she got ill.
I still say that dumping me was superficial of her.
If I live to be a hundred, I'll still love her.
If she truly loved me, she would've been able to forgive.
Now I'm doomed to be in misery for as long as I live.
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