Poetic Emmy's #1

I'd like to thank no one.

But especially my first love in life

For putting me through hell

With all her lies and eternal sweetness

Toward all her many leading men

While maintaining she was virgin

Until she met me.

What was the point?

Ah, yes, I have no one to thank.

Ah, the music is starting up

But I'm not finished

So phuck you in r-rated time

(get to bed, you little bass turds.)