Sleep Deeply, Dear
How is it that I hate you?
Oh, let me count the ways!
You lied and cheated on me
all our married days.
You disrespected efforts,
unless they were your own -
accused me of transgressions -
those sins of yours alone.
When I would try to touch you,
you'd slap away my hands,
and when I'd say, "Let's party,"
you'd scorn my happy plans.
So yes, I learned to hate you.
I suffered for too long.
My loyalty was nothing,
and all I did was wrong.
Our 'friend' won't know what hit her -
I sure don't plan to say.
We'll have a lunch together,
and when she turns away
she'll get what's so deserved,
a sprinkle in her food.
A little dash of ricin
in bean soup I have brewed.
Your cheating days have ended;
you have no bloody shame.
My best friend, like a sister,
enticed to play your game...
You'll fall asleep this evening
in front of our TV:
some ketamine was added
to your after-supper tea.
I've made these plans to show you
I know a thing or two.
Death by a thousand cuts, my Dear
is what I've planned for you.
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