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To you Hurt:  Fuck you!

Said with pain and ill-temper,

For you know I'm not so new

To this, which is aimed so true:

A verbal, poetic roasting

Content not with hosting

A shrill, blue, you.

I come with the true

Who with downward thumb

Liken you to a petty bum,

Coupled with words, fuck you.

And with such liberties not new,

I again take up this chance,

With angry pen, my lance,

For running you through . . .