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I'm hurt again, because of her

And of course she knows it, for sure.

Supercilious attitude

Bored condescending tones so rude

Drilling -boring -through my dense head

Filling it with bonedust instead.

I must be quite a spectacle

For I'm a dust receptacle.

It makes some murky kind of sense

For bits and pieces quite intense

Of scattered mem'ries are thrown there

Dumped by passers-by with no care

And nasty her. But it's okay.

I have a use, so I can say

"I am a dustbin. Gather round.

Give me that garbage from the ground."

I have a role. I must fill it.

I'll churn all to dust and mill it.

From that I'll bake the finest bread

Mixed with the bonedust from my head!!

So there!!!!