Ode to my Ex Husband

I had this dream
I locked you in a drum
On the back of a truck
One of the concrete mixin' ones
I closed the hatch
And flipped the switch
So you'd get hacked up in the fins
So fucking sick and tired of your shit

I'd really like to murder you
I imagine of so many ways
But the most fitting one I can think of for you
Is to kill you in the above stated way
Kill you with your fucking work machine
So fucking proud of what you do
Think you're God's fucking gift to the world
Talking down to all the new dudes at work
Acting like you king fucking shit of the concrete world
But you just a fucking poser loser
And I fucking hate you. I fucking hate how you treat other people like fucking dirt
Smile and laugh and pretend you're their friend
But then you talk shit behind their backs about how they ain't shit compared to how fucking great you are
You so full of yourself you so full of shit
And I'm going to make sure you eat some of it
For all the shit you put me through
Guess what imma throw it back at you
I been nice and quiet for far too long
No more of that, I ain't the one in the wrong