So pick up the scissors and cut it the **** out!
Then take a stick and knock it the *******.

Alright, all done?

Are you ready for a conversation consisting of truth?
Or does that concept still, somehow, confuse you?

For years I've been fighting a battle with the cowardice in you!
And now, after all of it, I have more emotional involvement in my shoe.
No, scratch that, not in my shoe...
Because that dog **** I stepped in last week, has more integrity than you.

Fidelity, do you know what that is?
Egregious, do you know that word exists?
How about 'low life ***** *******'?
Oh, meaning got through.
Allow me a moment to adjust my vocabulary for you.

You're a coward. A snail. A waste of my time and space.
A blister, throbbing pustule on the *** of the human race.
You have never been loyal.
You're robbing me of my youth.
The worst part is, I see myself becoming like you.

I admire the way you avoid the subject.
The method you use to crawl out of the line of fire.
Throwing others in front of the bus so you don't hit the tires.
That's right, its all their fault, duh.
You really think I'm that ******* stupid, huh?

Well. *******.You're a ******.
A *******, class A.
A dissapointment, A nebbish, A poltroon, A quitter and recreant.
Someone I should have never given a second glace.
I mean it.

I'd be a liar if I didn't admit.
I regret the last four years of this ****.
I'd be ******* stupid to stick around for more of this.

I give your life meaning? Purpose?
If that's true I hope you're crushed by my indifference.

Sit down for a minute and think.
If there are no more chairs, take a knee.
You're about to get taught a lesson.
Here is a bit of information, for you, from me.

I'm not your wife, your girlfriend, your 'friend'.
If you read what I wrote, and thought of yourself..
Perhaps who you were with might agree...
That you're a *******.
A fool.
An illiterate 38 year old 'tool'.

I'm sorry if I remind you of your ex-wife.
Keep your problems to yourself.
I have things to handle in my own life.

The world doesn't revolve around you.
Which, I understand for your gender is a difficult thing to grasp.
So I'll put it this way.
Get off my ******* ***!

Let's take a breath and let things get personal.
This is for each of you that messaged me, feeling angry, hurt, or purposeful.

Michael, cut you deep did it?
I'd almost care, but...
I'm guessing you're a ***** since you couldn't even handle a poem.
About someone else's wife, leaving the home.
Don't send me a message again.
I don't care about your emotional ****.
Seriously take a long walk off a short bridge and into a vast pit.

Now Lawrence? You're next.
Dumb ****, run spell check.
And for Christ sake, learn a little respect.
All I have to say to you is you're not important.
In fact, I found your poetry to be without emotion, robotic and abhorrent.
A tri-fecta of bad which assaults the senses!
Get off the computer, pick up a crayon and learn how to write in full sentences.

Amanda... now you know there is a reason I was saving you for last!
I'm surprised your feet touch the ground with that stick so far up your ***!
Why would I have spent four years of my life? Wasted on a *******?
None of your business, ***** hole.
Maybe you should stop asking questions and go find a soul.
I'm sure you'll learn your lessons soon enough.
But ******* contact me again, and **** will get rough.