look at you, the hypocrite that you are,
look at what you did
and you're not even sorry for it
feeding me your bullcrap lies
to cover up for your odious deed
your presence disgusts me
i can't do much now
but this is going on the list
of all the heinous things that you did
because i will make you pay
and you know what they say,
retribution is a dish best served cold.
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
