Sarcasm - Poem by franshata sanders
You come when I least expect It
I wonder do you ever regret It..
My response has been delayed
By the sarcastic things you say..
Im aware you know It hurts..so
In turn It hurts even worse;
Stabbing words, cutting eyes..
with your sarcasm, there's no
need to lie, all I am Is glad to
see you, all day you've been on
my mind, even though you've
just got off you act as If you'd
rather work another 9 to 5;
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