This character doesn't have the guts to fall on a knife...
instead, it'll moan like a baby for the rest of it's life.
it supposes it's poems take the bit out of pain...
when all the while it's rhetoric is inane.
the words you speak bring to no one relief...
they're spoken only to express your own grief.
you're wasting electron's with these presumptuous poems you've made...
so scurry to the kitchen and fall on a blade.