No Mercy For You
Even if the world is on fire,
and you climb to my window,
trying to escape the blazes,
I won’t forget you’re a liar.
I’d kick you back down,
watch as you holler,
and your burning legs swing,
‘Til your body hits the ground.
You really did hurt me,
so I can’t help you,
help is for the weak,
and for you I have no mercy.
OK Vibes 
Should read: “I won’t forget you *are a* liar.”
(And don’t say I never do anything)
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Sir, as much as I know you’d like a pat on the back for your unnecessary feedback, I must reject your comment. Why? Because my poem is fine the way it is.
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