How Pretty You Feel Poem by Rachel Dowd

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The leaves are green
And so are you
Your flesh begins to rot
Your skin begins to peel
So tell me please how pretty you feel
Your once white teeth are yellow
Your hands a nasty grey
That leak with blood, puss, and decay
They are wrapped around a once stunning bouquet
Your golden chain is imbedded in you maggot ridden neck
With a dainty locket in its grip
Pop it open and what do you see?
Oh, but a clock that is forever striking half past three
On the other side is a dusty photo of a man and an alive you
And on the front engraved in the gold are words that coo
'You make my heart beat'
Funny how he does not greave
And do you remember why he broke your heart
Your nasty rotten heart
Remember that day
And that horrid stabbing pain
That pulsed with every broken heart beat
He broke your heart and you finished the feat
Now shush dry those bloody tears
I'll sit here
And stroke your crusted matted hair
Do not fret and do not cry
For one glorious vengeful day
He shall die
Then the maggots and worms shall feast on his eyes
Now you lay
With your cracked and bleeding lips in a satisfied grin
For one day you shall have him again
So I bid to you
May he die in pain
And
May you rot in peace