Leaving Bad

There’s a stripper in

Kentucky who has my

last two hundred dollars. 

I gave it to her to help pay

for her HUD housing. I’d

recently dumped her and

was relieved to hear she

was leaving Georgia to

go live with some other

guy. She’d been a damn

pain in the ass and nearly

broke me, so good luck

to that new dude. But

pathetically, I’d miss

our daily fucks the

most. I mean she had

wicked skills. Yet she’d

depended on me and

now claimed I’d used

her and had left her

and her kids in the cold.

May I eternally rot in hell.