An English Butler, buff and wealthy
Asked a young maiden, Why’s your heart unhealthy?
The maiden snorted, Why, you should know!
But you must’ve forgotten, mind so slow!”
Sir, let me take you on a tour
of all the things you’re accounted for!
To start off, why my heart races
Is to keep up with your silly cases
Like cheating on me, not being mine
Could never be understood by Einstein
You wonder why my heart’s grown big
Because of your lies, dumb filthy pig!
I’m lovely, I’m charming, it all seeped in
Now I know you’re a chip off the rest of your kin!
A liar, a player, you sicken me like decay
I am utmost puzzled how you made it all this way
You wonder why i have trouble breathing
Please, darling, it’s not because you’re leaving
I wish not to inhale the fumes
Of the harsh memories that will loom
Yet I will get over it in a blink of an eye
Because in a few moments, I am going to die
I pray you learned your lesson, you piece of poo
Or my painful hearts problems will come upon you!