How dare you ignore these promises!
Which you pressed from sour grapes
In bitter wine when you made them.
But
You sonofagun
I happen to have preserved your words
Pickled them.
Sometimes in moments of frustration I
fish them out,
these pungent sentences preserved in brine.
They sting my tongue and curdle in my
brain,
But at least you can never
Eat them now
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