Ms. Divorce

Ms. Divorce short poem

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Ms. Divorce Saw You And Your Man,

Walking Down The Street, Holding Each Other’s Hand.

Ms. Divorce Don’t Like What She See,

And She Tells Herself, “That Man Should Be With Me.”

Ms. Divorce Is Lonely, So She Wants You To Be Lonely, Too.

Ms. Divorce Knows Just What To Do.

She Pretends To Be Your Friend,

Just To Get Close To Your Husband.

Ms. Divorce’s Job Is To Make Your Marriage Come To An End,

So She Tells You Things About Your Husband, Like He is Cheating On You.

However, Because He Cheated On You In The Past, You Don’t Know If It’s A Lie Or True,

So Now, You Believe Ms. Divorce And Leave Your Man.

Now She Is Happy Walking Down The Street Holding Your Ex- Husband’s Hand.

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