Sordid puncturing describes it best,
A matter of confliction.
Not once in many years gone hence has
Failed our loyal conjunction,
As monotonic interjections,
Layered with vilest remorse,
Cut right through the air and split the mood,
Language provokingly coarse.
Flat palms clapping, jaws masticating,
Cruelty spilling from defeat.
We should have shared our hard earned booty
But he ate the whole damn sweet.
