'I thought you did not like me.'
Oh?
Did I tell you that?
'No.'
Oh,
So my actions expressed it?
'No.'
I see,
So how did you determine I disliked you?
'That's what I heard.'
I see...
Remember the last time I asked how you were?
And we were face to face?
And you neglected to ask me the same?
'Yeah...
But I didn't have time to stop to chat!
I nodded my head.
And that's a fact.'
I see.
Well,
Let me say this within listening distance...
Get-Out-Of-My-Face.
Take that and share it with your reliable sources.
And make sure you put emphasis,
On how nasty I was, okay?
And IF we should cross paths again...
You will have reason to roll your eyes.
I give what I deliver,
From lip to ear.
Not through clogged up and petty party lines.
'I heard you were a nasty and bitter person.'
Great!
Now you have that confirmed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem