Dear Joe -- I can no longer stay quiet.
I saw. I saw. I saw. I saw you kiss
her Fuckhead. Please don't lie -- I won't buy it.
Those sincere romantic stories will just piss
me off more. I saw you behind those trees
so it's time for you to cancel our June
wedding. You have to return the bronzed peas
and pods that your weirdo Aunt Ellen (Prune
Face) made us for our engagement. Tell Crystal,
(or whatever the slut's name is) she's gone too far
and that I'll shoot her with my pistol
until she cries like an electric guitar.
I don't care if she's your mother, you've cheated
all the same. We're done -- kaput. Now beat it.
Penya Sandor