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a study toward sonnet #249 by FisherKingKQJ


Your loaded silences and your vitriol,
Your belittlements of what I achieve,
Your vicious putdowns aimed at my soul,
They're but a few reasons I have to leave.
Life in a pressure cooker I won't grieve:
You put blame on others when you blunder,
Your manipulation makes me dry heave
And as conceit is your defence you thunder.
Acquaintances you have you tear asunder,
And lasting friendships are scarce,
You talk down to me as if a child, no wonder
Your fall back plan is a tantrum so fierce.
I'm leaving because of your cellulite
And as you're getting more and more uptight.



And as you're getting more and more uptight.
And as you're getting more and more difficult.
And as you're getting more and more neurotic.