Poem Of The Offended

In case you might think

That I'm in any way troubled

By the words you write and say

Ah, you bore me

You bore me

And in case you might assume

That the poison from your pen

Would kill my Charlotte Corday

You just adore me

You adore me

Oh in case we might meet

Please make no mistake

I will tell it you to your face

Oh how you bore me

You bore me