Telle me what you think about this poem:
You will hate his personality,
But love his dick,
You will sit there and listen to his lies,
As long as he got that twinkle in his eyes,
Wondering if the devil has a heart,
And can a leopard change his spots,
Knowing that the devil ain’t shit,
And leopard prints never shed,
Not caring about my heart,
Or my thoughts,
Just wanting his ounce of pleasure,
His one minute of potential high,
Then leave as dramatic as he came,
Not knowing that I still rember his last words,
The place where he last touched,
The last place he kissed me,
And told me that he’ll be back,
Knowing the truth,
That he was going to the place of no returned,
The place where I never get no call back
