When a person talks hatefully about someone,
It's like giving them a present,
Shouting it from the rooftops:
Here is how little I think about you,
Here is more proof of my unkind treatment of you,
Here is the latest present, of my continual spitefulness
Wrapped with care in venom, which is upon my own hands,
A stain upon my own person; noxious fumes
To poison my own beings air..just for you.
To which you must reply with deference, Oh thank you-
And may all your beneficence rebound upon you,
Seventy times seven!
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-you-shouldn-t-have/
