You were on my mind.
I had so many things to say,
But words I could not find.
So I first settled for a picture,
To show you how I feel.
A broken heart, as it were,
That, like mine, won't heal.
Torn and mangled was the heart,
Pecked at by love-birds,
With several painful missing parts.
And then I wrote these words:
"I hate you in a way
No one's hated you before.
I hope your life will run away,
Or you get impaled by a door."
"Go drink a bottle of bleach,
Get run over by a semi-truck,
Go on a roof and slip on a peach.
Your life isn't worth a buck."
"Get murdered by some cacti,
Swim where you can't float,
Go and eat a rancid pie,
Or get skewered by a goat."
"Go sit on a toothpick,
Or lick a frayed spark-plug,
Inhale a large pixie-stick,
And eat a poisonous bug."
"You struck out on first base,
Get your things all packed.
And never again say to my face
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