What in the world is that?
Just a four lettered word
Trashed and abused
And left in the gutters to rot!
Didn’t I stand by you?
When everyone deserted you?
Spat on you?
Your memory seems to have dulled.
Perhaps it has become a habit now
To use and throw at will.
Who do you think you are?
How I despise your very existence!
Aren’t you ashamed?
Doesn’t your conscience speak?
Or have you lulled that to sleep as well
With your sweet talks and empty promises?
I pity your arrogance.
I could smack your conceited face and not even flinch.
I could smile at every step of your destruction.
But I will persevere.
Because I know,
Revenge is best served cold.