I cut thee so much ******* slack ex gratia
and yet, as a reward, I know only of thy bitter indignation.
What virtues hath thy Mother instilled in thee;
Abuse? Contempt?
Entitlement?
If so, she did a job
second only
to none

How do you sleep?
Do thy injurious ways simply go unobserved by thee,
or doth thou rather play a Politician
upon the Stage that is thy Mind?

No longer is ex gratia an option;
however, this ex animo writing
doth indeed seem inevitable.

Were thy conscience again to be my Jury,
I wouldn't hold my breath
waiting for a fair verdict.