You don't deserve a poem
So I won't even start this one
Instead I will tell the history
Of how you became no one
To hate and to lie and to steal and to cheat
Maybe everyone will do at some point
Not you though, since for you
These four sordid things are actual and hot
I don't hate you now, nor wish you death
My conscience is free of burden or care
For you no feeling at all I can carry
Since in my life you have no set
I would say "live and let live"
Be crazy, be anguished
Be the liar you are
Life will make sure that in the end
The bill you shall pay will be more than I ask.
Friday, January 8, 2010
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