She slipped and scoffed at him
That burning hell-hole of angst
Pouring lavish resentment
Into stewed remains of love
Something she’d never have done
No matter what anyone did to her
But the sick, thick, twisted irony
Kept choking – corrupting senses
As witnessed generation patterns
Acid-pouring on purity’s memory
So she lashed out in a short burst
Because he had untrained her dog
Who was too big to be jumping up
And now had adopted anarchy in
The name of another’s propagation
Passive-aggressively unraveling all
And she clipped that it was his fault
The thick skull had cracked his tooth
Ashamed that she had degenerated
Unable to restrain responding rage
