You were just an acrimonious calamity,
Here in the abiosis and profanity,
Abashed and disorderly you ran the streets,
Ardent for a fight in the sheets,
Egotistical and crude you strutted with pride,
Yet you abhorred the person on the inside,
Years of abeyance have made you abased,
You fought to abirritate the fear you chased,
Those lies only cause you to suffocate,
And made all your pain abate.