stubbornly refusing to call your name,
ever reluctant to exhale breath’s essence
on the existence of your corporeal form,

,enabling your possible inhalation
of my elemental life, which could,
incidentally,
resuscitate your fucked up soul…

and so, i
needing forms of emotional exorcisms,
remained resolute in casting
out my personal demon,

,decided to wield the inner workings of my pen;
standing en garde with my
thrusty ink filled epee,
in preparation to stab viciously
at the ghostly remnants of
your essence,

through the regal blade of
my pen's shiny nib;


bent on decimating your demonic character
through the metaphoric poetic
double speak,

alluding to your hellish,
heathen ways,
and your ineffectual, paltry sexual forays,
equipped with the
thrustin' and the fuckin',
….and nary any forms of a tongue lashing…

(…but yet, i digress....)

so, as i sought to exorcise your essence
from the confines of my historical
relationships’ environs,
i now realise with termity,
that i had unknowingly granted you
immortality;

see, due to my rage at your fuckin' perfidity,
i had indeed wanted you dead
(though, i should disclaim,
this is not tantamount to a confession)
…and so, i wrote.

i coined elegant and raunchy phrases
synonymously casting you as the
villain of the poetic piece,
ridiculing your ineffectual attempts at granting me release,
as you sought to season my core with
your pathetically stewed cumin,
i, crying holy water when
you never reaped what you
so callously sowed…

i gave you immortality each time
that i wrote your name
stroking the curvature of each letter
across the legal ruled page
as i provided lurid testimonials as
to your villainous ways;

each word bleeding within the legally ruled lines
as, through the essence of my poetic laments,
you are guaranteed to now live
for a fuckin long time!

you! studied and dissected through the years,
villainised and scorned by my fuckin’ future forbears,
they, conducting literary analyses
of the wrongs that you have doled out
knowing that your deceptive demeanor is
far from that of an eagle scout,
you, ever castigated as the villain,
the knave
or more generically:

as i imparted lifelong poetic lessons
on the true personality
of a fuckin son of a bitch

****
'Fro