Goodbye Lucretia

You who squandered your higher education
Wallowing in the dung of self pity
You, once pretty
Now raddled, addled
Who raced pell-mell into her own hell
At the bottom of life’s heap, full throttle
Then hid yourself in a bottle

You looked me askance
Took every chance to belittle,
To make assumptions, presumptions
Call me the vilest names
Then you dare to adopt
A haughty air,
A veneer
Of pseudo intellectual
Superiority

Yet I take no offence, leave no tear
‘Tis mere bottle talk
Victim squawk
Now I'm tired, mired
By the shit on my hands
From touching your life
I give up the battle
With your viper-vicious prattle
This is the end my erstwhile friend