You
fool,
you are an insolent
idiot.
Boorish and malignent,
like a disobedient limb
I'd rather amputate.
You are a clock
that no one reads,
you gauge what
might as well
be immeasurable
and nameless.
In your absence,
I only hope to
hear
the news of
your
death.
Your arrival,
your departure,
your health,
your words, pitiful, annoying,
meaningless words,
and all that you are:
I couldn't possibly
care less about.
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