Singularis Monastariense

I am tired

Of you

Of your sex

Of it all

Your lies are maximised
By your professed innocence

I would seek vengeance

Really

I simply cannot be bothered

You have sapped all my energy
What modicum of will I retain
Is reserved for breathing
As in not forgetting to

There is one among you
Who may think this is for her

She may rest

For you though

All you teaming

Over-sexed
Underachievers

You

Yes all of you

Can kiss my fucking ass

© 2009, Mosquitobyte