I remember you, that look
In your eagerness to please and my indignation
The storm suffered longer than most,
With the intensity that could ratchet up even a terminal man’s ire
On a cold day in hell is when I left you
Acrimony passed way beyond the boiling point …

I felt your annoyance, oh yeah
Blood of a bitch,
I pondered how she could have had you and lived
Past the plague of provocation you were so famous for
Rankling all you rushed up against
And the amazing thing was you never got it, never guessed
The problem was actually your bloated ignorance
Irksome, irritating and vexatious
And somehow, you thought that was fetching?

Fancied yourself as captivating
Charming, alluring for all who came near
All who could hear,
Your pompous bravado
Built up on nothing more than simple bullshit
Really now,
Who are you kidding when you glare
Into that bathroom mirror
Is it you?

12/13/2007

Posted on 12/14/2007
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