Ex-wife’s pile’s fat, till is fillin’, I was bitten—
blood-sucking lawyer’s counting his piece of pie.
They did subtract most of my cash—it’s appalling.
I was prey on which they grazed and left to die.

(Those two get the evil eye)

Clothes I’m wearing all I’ve left after their terror.
I was kicked where sperm is wicked to the shaft part.
JD MF’s cache is now much grander:
big cut he shares post-sharp-fang-bares.
In their zeal, big they steal. . .got a gander
at how much gelt was in conversion to depart.

And my new address: a shopping cart.

They’ve both got nerve; me they’re burnin’; bucks-build pile’s fat.
Condemned man, left in the hole. . .must make new start.
Now I know evil trolls worked in tether
to take my money—life ain’t fair.
Sleazebags scored best purse she has ever grabbed.
Victim I; her pile’s fat; law creep, too, played a part.