What is your fucking game?
Why is it you continue to flame?
What is it you’re trying to claim?
Why is it me you’re trying to defame?
Your emails full of nothing but shit
They are hardly worth of hitting submit
Your posts are nothing but crap
Your writing you should just scrap
I refuse to be spoken to with such hate
I wont ever take your jealous bait
Just fuck off you amateur sleuth
You don’t even know the truth
You know exactly who your are
You’re emails started in Octobar 😛
Are you sure you’re not infertile?
This has poem nothing to do with Myrtle
(but you should know that)