A-Z Rictameter

Always

blistering with

careless, hurtful words that

damage my heartstrings. You never,

ever think beyond your own sad, selfish

feelings. Expecting  we should be

gushing over them in

heartfelt awe.

Invoke

judicious law’s

kismet to rain down in

licentious trickery. We will

make-believe your reign is almost over.

Neurotic, hedonistic, ass

overthrown by

pack of

quasi friends. You

react, too late, you can’t

save anything now. Don’t even

try. We have had enough of all your games.

Underhanded tricks made us all

very tired. We will all

walk away and

Xerox

your picture for

zealots.