No I can’t bury the hatchet
And I don’t want to try
As far as I see it
You’re more insignificant than a fly.
You screwed me around
and played with my feelings
you turned my world upside-down
and pushed me over the railings.
You’re worth less than shit
I hope you can see that
I know you won’t admit to it
you know you’re nothing more than a rat
I hate you.
I really do.
No I can’t bury the hatchet
you hurt me so bad
nothing can match it
what you did made me mad.
I’m ripping up our picture
and throwing out your ring
you were so immature
your neck I’d like to wring.
There is no excuse in the world
for the things that you did
your actions made me hurl,
you’re disgusting, you’re horrid
and, Babe, I hope you choke
from my hands around your throat.
These sonnets mean nothing to me.
No relevance to reality.
'Kay?
Kay.
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