I’m the worst **** in the world No one is worse than me. For my next bride, I shall marry the Queen of She Ba (Academy presents her majesty. Nominee gushes. Audience applauds exhaustively.) She will manhandle me, Liquor on her breath, Feathers framing ******. Inflamed blossoms drenching submissions She told me to delete The photographs, Even though there were many Caught her beauty in amazing graces. She hated me For putting up so little struggle, Obliterating her splendor Indifferently. I wanted to prove Deserving of her love. she dilly-dallied, distracted. I cried pitifully, “Where’s my girlfriend?” Chain of events to nothingness My desolate existence One deficit after another Honed to fragile cutting-edge. I wanted her to pleasure me With subtle painful tinge. She brilliantly found fault Every conceivable way to blame. She accused, “you fiddle in noodle factory.” She was the true artist, Dissatisfied with the sound Of my heart beating. You want to play hardball with the big boys? You better show up with bulging intelligent creativity. You complain about Every infinitesimal gargantuan thing. Nothing makes you happy. I will always love you no Matter how impossible. Looking back, You were an impossible chance.