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Jun 2015
Remembering you makes amnesia appealing.
There's no anesthetic for what I am feeling,
you high-heeled, cheating, cheap, double-dealing...
I'm rabid with rancor
doggone it.

You're only honest when you're not talking.
I'd rather get jiggy with Stephen Hawking
so don't come knocking if you need focking
Put THAT killer bee in your bonnet!

I wouldn't help you change a flat tire.
I wouldn't *** on you if you caught fire.
If you jumped off a building I'd wish it was higher.
Your photograph has my spit on it.

You're much less attractive than Nancy Grace
(who's an ugly slug with a monkey-**** face...)
I hope you're abducted to outer space!
I've got one more shot...
Do you wannit?

Do I feel angry and hostile?  You bet!
I've become bitter as bitter can get!
But, baby, you haven't heard anything yet...
Wait 'til I write my next sonnet!
Joe Kevin Coleman
Written by
Joe Kevin Coleman  melrose Mass.
(melrose Mass.)   
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