Talking to you online
And I'm suddenly fighting down the urge to kick in my screen-
You moronic son of a bitch!

What do you mean I never told you?
I said flat out my concerns.
Well, I tried to.
Not my fault you kept interrupting
And patronizing
And attempting to reassure your poor stupid girlfriend,
Was it?

WAS IT?

It isn't my fault that when you were a kid
You learned to speak up and fight back
While I learned how to be polite and listen.

In those final days (months)
You bombed a skyscraper of love
That took over 3 years to create.

Although I'm almost certain
The explosives were pre-planted
Long ago.

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