Every night I dream of
sticking a pike up his arse,
holding his face on a grinder,
stomping on his little cherub cheeks in ice boots.

Whenever I see her, I
mentally castrate the little shit,
talking to her, I disolve him in acid.

The other night in the pub,
her with her new boyfriend,
everytime our eyes met,
I wanted to take his little bow and arrow
and attempt the physically impossible.

©Joe Fearn