I’ve had my fill of your baneful excuses,
Your painful running off at the mouth,
The ceaseless profusion of uncensored gall,
The unending stream of vocal abuses.
This is the end,
No further extension.
The cord has run out on your flittering kite.
Billy-clubbed poses and
Bullied pretensions
Carry you only so far in this fight.
You have to leave now. Don’t try to argue.
Don’t be deceived into thinking you’ll stay.
Options are out, so head for the pavement,
And don’t tweak my nose as you’re walking away.
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