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Click hereI just want to rant and rave.
Anger burns me, I'm enslaved.
Tormenting torturing treacherous bitch:
why did I marry that damned old witch?
(I'll never know.)
I wish that she had ridden a broom
instead of my cock, sealing my doom.
She cackled frightfully with glee,
invoked a charm, ensnaring me.
(I should have known.)
Love? I think not; more a farce.
I was blind, was such an arse.
More a lover's spell she cast,
I swore that it would be my last.
(That's one oath already blown.)
I howl at the moon, languid and full,
a wolf that cries alone at night.
I'm lonely, bitter, and sorrowful
at my wrecked past seen in hindsight.
(These words the spiteful seeds I've sown.)