Not sure what you hope to elicit

Your cloying sweet words leave me feeling quite explicit

The things I want to do I’m sure are illicit

You know my ass? Yeah you can kiss it

Fuck off, go away, leave me alone

Your saccharine demeanour makes me groan

The game is over, you lost I won

Take your balls and go home, this just ain’t fun

Hope to see you when? How’s the first of never?

Aren’t you gone yet? Hola man, whatever …