Why? 

Was someone kicking in my fender not enough? 

Was driving through my yard and hedge not enough? 

Were your fake friendship and lies not enough?

Was this necessary, even after I let you go? 

Of course it wasn’t you, you say. 

But you provided the impetus, and apparently still do, 

Like you unwittingly spurred some fraud to frame me with that one horrendous email, 

Never connected to me, as I never sent it.

No, you didn’t have to tell them to. You gave them enough incentive with your self-pity, your incessant need to be the victim and tell every your fairy tale, 

And they wanted to ensure any rivals bit the dust, whoever they were … are.

No, there are no coincidences here, kick out at my house, not facing the road. 

Deliberate, preconceived intention, 

A dickless coward’s way of feeling like a man for your “honor.”

What slime you keep around to instigate, even, likely, without realizing it. 

Such is the caliber of what you call “men.”

Or do they brag to you about their juvenile exploits? Do you pat them on the head? 

You choose dogs and you are only their dog for it, 

Those with no character, only money and infantile retaliation … in your name. 

Dumb children, without the balls to confront me and take their beatings. 

Trailer park trash in BMWs. 

They’re ugly—in mind, in heart, in face, in being, 

And your loyalty to them robs you of any beauty. 

You enabled this, and you are responsible for it. 

You think of no one but yourself. 

There was no reason but pettiness, 

And you caused this.

I’m sure you’re laughing about it.