POEM: I Hope You Are Happy Now

By you receiving your wish.

I think.

Without no denial.

You might consider coming back.

But, that would only make you look like Jack.

You had your chance with plenty offered love.

Just as beautiful like a flying Dove.

I have no sympathy for your feelings.

I pray to God for no World killings.

You had your chance.

Instead you were concerned with my pants.

That I needed to wear.

Which I have decided to just tear.

I do not like blue jeans.

I like my Dickies Pants.

Which I have got back from hide.

Or, storage.

You have alot of suffrage.

You are alone.

And, with no soul.

I feel heart broken.

Without jokin.

You feel bad inside.

With bad on your side.

I have respect.

Something you need to keep in check.

FIN