Your breath just spoils the air
as your words pollute the silence,
Your presence is not welcomed
as of chaos or of violence.
The though of you stirs unease
and the sight of you repulsive,
You carry with you misery
that once made life seem hopeless.
You prey on the innocence of children
Acting in foolish and childish ways,
Snubbing off the world around you
with the childish games you play.
Unable to face responsibilities
or the consequences of your actions,
you provoke emotions in other people
and await their orchestrated reactions.
I am glad to finally be rid of you
and your thoughtless and frivolous ways.
I awake each morning elated
looking forward to each shiny new day.
2/8/98
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