Now I know you really
never were mine
because I let you go
and you never came back.
You soared on and found
other flocks of geese
and joined their group
of migrating go-ers.
You left me behind.
I dislike your putrid
little best friend.
That stupid goose
you seem to adore and love
with all your heart
because no one
will ever be
as 'impeccable'
as her
I get it now.
You wanted this all along.
So, friend,
may you die a slow,
painful death
with that nuisance.
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