When she is wrong,
And knows it,
And is talking (or worse)
With/to you,
Then she reverts to her
“Don’t even go there!” hideaway
And you are f*cking wrong,
So damn wrong,
Right from that moment
Until hell freezes over,
Or until you die,
Because she hates it
When she f*cks up
And learns about the f*ckup later.

Entering into a conversation with her
At any damn point in time,
Is, and can be,
Quite dangerous and very much
A suicide issue.

F*ckit –
It don’t matter
Anyhow.
Not one damn bit.
It just don’t matter.

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