Sod Off

Hello. I would like. To make a request.

Without being childish, bitter, or mean,

So I say this, with the utmost respect,

Sod off. I don’t want your face on my screen.

It’s been four years of your horrible talk,

And I’m fed up of the tweets, the lies, the ick

I just want to scroll, and not have to balk

At the mad ravings of someone so thick.

You’re finished, no matter how much you shout,

Please leave, go away, stop making a scene,

Why must you STILL pop up, it’s over, you’re out!

Everyone’s BORED of this old routine,

You’re nasty, and cruel, and such a posh toff.

I am fed up of your nonsense. Sod off.