Dirty doctor

by Hadassah grey   May 11, 2012


He lived in our home, he was a doctor
But his room reeked of liquor
And his bathroom had a terrible odour

All the time he preached decency
But on ladies he spent his currency
And i could not help but laugh at such hypocrisy

He lived in our home, he was a doctor
But his life lacked colour
And his wife finally left him for a pastor

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  • 12 years ago

    by Matthew Anthony

    Love it I really do... All the time he preached decency
    But on ladies he spent his currency
    And i could not help but laugh at such hypocrisy! real classic Hadassah grey

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