Poem.//
To: Selfish
From: Bystander
What I find funny
Is all you cared about, was money.
You tried so hard
And you pulled that mystery card
Leaving on a sour note
All I heard was your gloat.
Leave the house, and don't come back.
Bag up your clothes. Go on and pack.
Stop with the rambling
I won't stop you from gambling.
Trick and play
Now here Is the price to pay.
Have fun in hell.
When they say your name, it won't ring a bell.
