mum always quoted
this line unto me
which was so comforting
in its consolation
"whilst ever they are running you down"
they're not on another pouring an astringent salutation

they can speak of me
as they so wish
those who are of the piranha
kettle of fish

the least I can do is let
their acrid bile liberally flow
so as another person won't sense
their toxicity of show

pour scorn and wrath
pour it on me
pour scorn and wrath
pour it in a manner free

they can **** me off at their will
twill be an honor
being in receipt of their
effusive down pours spill