Petty (A Sonnet)

“I’m gonna try my best to shoot your ex,

just to show you how much I love you boo.”

Is what I’d say, but since you acting brand new,

I’ll just hope your next gives you bad sex,

right before every charger in the house

breaks, while your iPhone has 5 percent left.

I hope you barely fail your Physics test,

You spill all your Starbucks drinks on your blouse.

I hope you stand tall and your heels fall flat,

On a road of cracks, that breaks your mom’s back,

And Louis Vuitton glasses, shade your bags.

May your pretty lips forever be chapped,

You pull out your phone and your screen has cracks,

but may your beautiful soul stay intact.