That’s it
I’m done
I have had
Enough
There is no
More smooth
To soften
The rough
And I know
That I seem
Pretty hardy
And tough
But trust me
I’m made
Of nothing like
The stuff
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
That’s it
I’m done
I have had
Enough
There is no
More smooth
To soften
The rough
And I know
That I seem
Pretty hardy
And tough
But trust me
I’m made
Of nothing like
The stuff
Who knows
And, quite frankly,
Who cares
It
didn’t
mean
anything
thenAnd
it
certainly
doesn’t
nowSo
stick
your
apologyUp
your
arseYou
spiteful
little
cow
Continue to enjoy
Your sweet little lives
And act as you see fit
I’m just relieved
I no longer suffer
The toxicity that lies
Beneath it