AHEM.
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On the day before Christmas,
I finally up and see,
A bastard that was unworthy.
2 months of talking,
Eleven days of wondering,
Ten digits dialing,
Nine days of only texting,
Eight dates a ditching,
Seven “Wassup” saying,
Six wasting of my timing,
Five boring convos,
Four eye rollin’,
Three regrets saying,
Two my friend’s friend he dated AND….
ONE ME MOVING the HELL ON!
Aight Foxes,
this is the fairy tale of a nigga named A.
You know A from blogs past (ones you should have read),
and what a boring ass nigga he was.