It’s a lovely day to repent,
from all the false goodness you exude . . .
You ooze that sickening, saccharine lie from your very pores.
Somehow you still find the time to be offended,
by those who have called you out . . .
By those who just don’t care (they have no damns to give);
these people scare you.
They are everything you are not
and nothing at all.
Cheers, my dear!
I’ll always be sure to forget you.