To Sylvia

So, you wish to continue your pissing contest with me. Very well, send more foul comments my way. Please feel free. You're only exposing to all your dirty laundry, revealing as well your obvious insecurity. You know in your heart that you wish you were me, but more to the point, you wish you were WITH me. You're a miserable woman living a miserable life. Are you married? If so, who did you pay to take you as a wife? Are you a widow? If so, you probably drove your poor husband into an early grave due largely because of the way you behave. Are you a child who hasn't yet fully matured? Well then grow up, or the rest of your life will be miserable for sure. I love you Sylvia, you're great inspiration for me and you never fail to leave me laughing hysterically. If only you could stop living your life so maliciously, you may wake up one day and discover that you're truly happy, until then, continue living your life so miserably, but please also continue to send your foul comments to me. I'll never block you. That would be self defeating for me, because you are so much more entertaining than anything I've seen on TV. I enjoy a good pissing contest but it's so obvious to me that you're an amatuer. Give it up. You'll never beat me. Dedicated to One Sad Miserable Fool. ...and the war did continue between me and Sylvia, aka MS Drew. To MS Drew http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=228680