You were a Farce and maybe a Fart, too.
Or maybe it was I, not you.
At any rate, the day came and went
Without a sound, nary a cry
From you. Shame! Shame! On me and my little heart.
I henceforth would let it die and would never give it a jumpstart.
Thanks for a lesson!
Love is a delusion.
Money is real.
I cannot get food without money
Unless I want to steal.
I am too proud to do so
So long, farewell, I've got to go.
Adios, goodbye.
I no longer give a damn if you cry.
You're cheap.
I am discarding you on a heap
Of mistakes and errors and wishes
That all smell like dead fishes.
Roberto Wissai
The day after
(to be continued)
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