Poem!:)

I saw deception clearly.She was an elegant whore
She stopped and glanced upon me , or was it through me
Which of those I have yet to conclude.
I saw her green eyes of jealousy and her hair black with dark desires.
I heard her whisper confusion in my ear
And I felt discontent ,
I’ll smash this elegance because shes still a whore
Look what ive become Seven years bad luck ,
to put it lightly , I don’t give a fuck