I felt a sickening stomach sway,
when I clicked on your name.
It said delete and block away,
I clicked okay just the same.
Please delete me now my dear,
I loath ever doing your beddy.
What are you still doing here,
did you forget your last lie already?
Why are you still reading,
you must like being bad?
Go ahead and ask me again,
I love it when you are sad.
Please don’t ever feel better,
that is something you must avoid.
Because without me in the gutter,
how will you get your Schadenfreude?
dead beat poet 
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