Crumb On My Pie Chart

Abusive soul who tormented my heart I didn’t wait for us to drift apart I found inner strength at last So don’t look at me aghast You’re merely a crumb on my heart’s pie chart A defumigator removed your scent Into the trash all your hunting boots went And those ghastly deer “trophies” Ablaze with your spoiled green cheese Your firearms too in the bonfire were sent Valentine, let me give it to you straight Goodwill came by for the very last crate Maker’s Mark* for the homeless Now that’s ironic justice Hope your new home in the tent is just great You wrecked my car and destroyed my credit So you got off easy from where I sit Not that you had much to lose Just hair, weight, someone to use Cupid aims, may your hemorrhoids get hit! *Maker’s Mark is expensive whiskey Entry for Sidney~Lee Ann’s valentine to an ex-lover contest Written January 17, 2012