Revenge is Sweet

The skies are blue and clear again - he's dead
And we can smile again and love the sun;
And sup the breeze and not greet days with dread
Because the bastard's snuffed it; now here's one
New pleasure death brings with it - you can glance
At us quite scandalised, if you so wish,
But we can't help it - we just want to dance
The rotten bully's passed on; do not fish
For past events to find the reason why:
There are so many - more than grains of sand
On any beach you've jigged on, I will cry
My joy out loud and long - ain't life so grand;
He can listen in hell - I hope his sighs
Are blue and clear and not unlike these skies..
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