Ah! You Thought Me That Sort Too Poem by poppy miller

Ah! You thought me that sort too,
To cry, "How could you forget me? "
To wail and sob like a mad woman
Then throw myself under your Harley-D

To send word down to the devil
For some enchanted root in water
To be sent to you, that fatal gift
To send your body to the slaughter

I'd rather be damned I tell you! Not a sigh
Will reach your accursed soul untrue
But I swear in heaven's angelic garden
I will never return to you.