[RCL]

Mon dieu! Last year I meant to leave you,
a girl whose dark charms grew
for seven long unholy years
after we said, I do.

Oh no, I must be rid of you,
whose spells still turn me blue,
moving me to violent tears
with magic words you spew.

It’s true, this time I’m leaving you,
who melts my mind to glue,
and daily digs my heart out
to boil it in your brew.

Now know, I’m going, cursing you:
your tongue's a torture screw
racking me to finally shout,
next year, you witch, we’re through!


Racked Ralph