(Inspired by the Golden Goose fairytale.)
I have a story about why my ex-girlfriend sucks.
She came to my house and killed my golden duck.
I had a duck that laid a golden egg every day.
She chopped off its head and I made her pay.
When I smelled fried duck, I loved the aroma.
But when I found out it was my duck, I put my ex-girlfriend in a coma.
I shouldn't have hit a woman but she killed my meal ticket and that sucked.
Each one of those eggs that was laid was worth about two thousand bucks.
My duck had laid twenty eggs which was nearly forty grand.
But I could've had so much more, I could've been a rich man.
When she cooked my duck, it caused us to get in a huge fight.
She told me to go F*** myself and I punched out her lights.
My ex-girlfriend ruined everything, I had never before been so enraged.
Because of her, I had to get a job and I'm only earning minimum wage.