He walked like a penguin on a muddy day
Spoke too fast and laughed too loud
His cologne must have had pines and oranges
A mane on his head which will appreciate a haircut
A pimple on his upper lip, one which he run his tongue over every once in a while after yet another talking session
He would have been likeable if he didn't say anything and everything that came into his trapezoid of a head
The pants he wore were always a size too small
And to think I once found this ape of a man attractive
To even admit that we once shared more than a sleeping solace
Now his smile makes me swallow vomit,my stomach churns in disgust at his raucous voice
It will be a shame to my faith if I proclaim hate
But I know what I feel is not adoration
We are like; like poles of an old magnet,always meant to repel each other
We are two moons in a plain world
Eating of each other's light
My cartridge is fully loaded now
I will do anything for peace
I can only wish things ended differently
His death is now inevitable
In bold letters his epitaph shall read;
A permanent mute button for the thoughtless talker
-AR🌸
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Debris:A Collection Of Poems
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