You rejected the wrong man.
If I can't have you, nobody can.
That bullet proof vest won't protect your head.
When I pull the trigger, you're as good as dead.
Very soon you'll no longer be walking.
I give new meaning to the word stalking.
This gun of mine is as loud as thunder.
I won't be happy until you're six feet under.
I just shot you in the face and you hit the floor.
When it comes to men, you won't reject anymore.
I'm going to haul your corpse to the river in my van.
If I can't have you, nobody can.
(This is a fictional poem. In real life, I believe that violence is a terrible thing.)
