"No more chances."

Next time I see him-
fat chance he'll breathe again.
One too many times
he's crossed the line
with that goddamned grin
plastered on his face.
Whenever a comment I made, 
a snide remark, an insult perhaps
always from his skull-cave came.

Enough is enough! I've had it up to here.
My true motive now in the clear, 
his best bet is to move-stay away.
For the time we meet again--
that'll be his last day.

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