Poem: Goodbye

Goodbye your foulness you poisoned the air
your presence was rot your exit a prayer.

Like the trash can may you be kicked down the street
history won’t forgive and may future not repeat.

Your ill-tempered cackle no one will miss
good riddance to filth what joyous bliss.

Shared by Feroz Iqbal in a WhatsApp Forum. (Author unknown)

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