Browsing through my old stuffs, found this one.
Poem for the Person who Fooled You
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet,
and so are you.
But the roses are wilting,
the violets are dead.
The sugar bowl's empty,
and so is your head.
After you, my love, my only prize
would be a bullet between your eyes.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot,
these describe everything you're not.
What inspired this fabulous rhyme?
My feelings for you,
no word can tell,
except maybe... go to hell.
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