Your heart, blackened with tar.
Should be shipped off in the sea afar.
Ah at last!
Everyone would exclaim.
And then finally you would lay your head in shame.
I am not afraid or ashamed to say
That I wish a storm of hail may come your way
And that a thousand birds would peck your face.
Reminding you of how much you are a disgrace.
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