Hitting Back

What you said

That day

Hurt me

How you treated me

Was wrong

So I’ll make sure

You get yours

To rapturous applause

Before

Too fucking long

Vengeance

As you stand there

Wailing and weeping

Just be glad they’re all dead

And not just sleeping

Oh, I’ll point many a finger

In order to right these wrongs

But for her I’ll reserve

The most passion and verve

And the sharpest of razor like tongues

I cannot
wait forever

I just don’t
have the time

Soon enough
I’ll just move on

And take what’s
rightfully mine