Shut up
and go to hell
you arrogant little fart
the love between us
has long ceased
swept clean of any hope
a dark thing
hardly visible
its face a black skull
The fetid corpse of you
still rots inside my trench
an old historic battlefield
in need of a plaque
A backyard barbecue
in need of some lighter fluid
and a match
Should a thousand more weenies
sizzle in this pit
none will ever be
as shriveled as yours
