• Don't bother I with thine pathetic lies,
    so I look upon thou with mine hateful eyes,
    infuriated by thine most apathetic disguise.
    Never again to be lost in own sighs.

    Worried twas I
    but needn't not be.
    T'were getting high,
    forget about she

    Who doth said she'd be bitter
    if thou no doubt,
    was swoon by nature's elixir,
    and thou t'would be out.

    Thou knew this true,
    thou knew her past,
    and who knew it few,
    knew her temper fast.

    So away with you,
    and the others, non-few.
    Take thine cue,
    And I, none to do.