Who do you think you are,
Talking to me like that?
It’s bizarre—no, it’s crazy as hell.
I’m not your beat-up old cow
Listen—get a grip.
And hopefully, quick—
Because it’s you that’s on a trip.
The day we met,
I slid quietly into a lie—
A bottomless journey straight to hell,
A life I’d now rather die than live.
But I’ve found you out.
All your diversions,
Your philandering,
Your constant messing about.
The man I’ve met now—he’s real.
And yes, I made one small transgression,
But it’s nothing—
Compared to your hateful onslaught
And vile voice.
Watch me.
I’m done.
You’re lucky I didn’t buy that gun.
Are you finished with your pathetic tirade?
Because I’m gone.
Good luck.
I’m trading this life in.
It’s no big deal—
I was already dead inside
Hearing everything you said.
Your words were clear—
Clear as glass.
Pure evil.
No restraint, just hate.
And abuse.
No excuse.
You know what you did.
And so does your Maker.
Let’s hope you change, faker.
Because God is watching your every move.
To Him—you have everything to prove.
Goodbye.
The world you want, the world you crave,
Was in the dream I always gave.
Michael Forty