Wax on, wax off;
Like a train-wreck waiting to happen.
All that latent animosity that is akin to sexual tension,
Why don’t you just get it on and have it out, off, done with, whatever!
My guile, your denial. My angst, your axe to grind.
What makes you so special anyway?
Who put you on a throne of metalised sentiment
Ready for the next sucker to come along and fill your over-worn shoes?
Did no one tell you the position wasn’t permanent?
Well I have news for you, you overrated pompous, languishing lizard
Anything I felt for you is now gone!
My respect for you has been rescinded, torn away by avaricious hands,
At the expense of my own emotional wallet; too late to disdain the concordance of an arbitrary contract.
Words are like sand in the wind; gritty and abrasive to the soul,
And worthy only of a barren…
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