You thought I was done
Like those crunchy pork chops you left on the grill
Begging still
For more of your bad attitude
Damn you were rude
Fucking screwed
Up
Ha
Belatedly you realized
Before you died
I wasn’t your piece of meat
And really not all that sweet
Anymore
For that soul you stole
Bit
You
Back
So you shouldn’t have
Bit
Me
Or at least
Waited until
I was really done
Before that splash
Of stinging
Tabasco
Pushed me
Over
The
Edge
Of my formerly
Well tamed
Tolerance
Of your incessant
Rants
Now
Pass
The
Ketchup
Please !!!