Terms.

Suffer not these crazed eyes in
morning,
Suffer in mourning for what?
Content lost, bitter convulsions
repulsed by what was once
great,
Hate? Such a strong word, but
no, maybe not strong enough.
Tough! You wanted to see greener
pastures? Now you're stuck.
Too bad, so sad, but wait a minute,
this heart is terribly glad!
Fuck you.
-END-
D.C. Chapman
3/10/2012