Disappointed in you to say the least
Internally I swallow back the bile
Starting to come up, like a nasty beast.
Guarded now; you, buried in a deep pile
Under suppositions that you had a right
Stripping me like you had license to entitlement
Totally out of line, you have become contrite.
Evil to the core, I find your sarcastic belittlement…
Don’t you ever cross into my hearth again!