Hard-headed poem

Hard-headed savage,
smashing through metaphorical windows.
Hard-headed savage not caring about the damage.
Hard-headed savage,
bitter and twisted,
a vicious old witch,
yes, I know you and you are sick and twisted,
and really, I doubt your sanity,
because what is the purpose of your life,
not much at all because your mentality is all wrong,
and you seem to have no purpose at all,
except to mentally abuse people,
for you mentally abuse,
anyone who does not agree with you,
and you are despised and you only care about you,
and you hit out at those,
who do not give you what you want,
or who will not listen to you,
and you are despicable and mentally ill,
and you conduct vendettas against people,
who about life know better than you,
and you are a hard-headed savage,
smashing through metaphorical windows,
not caring about the damage.
Yes,
a hard-headed savage,
a bitter and twisted vicious old witch,
yes,
I know you,
I know you,
for you have no heart,
no heart at all and what good does it do you?
No,
none,
none but you do not care,
and you are insufferable,
insufferable,
and I wish your life had never existed,
though I should not I know,
but the misery and the pain,
that you have brought to so many people,
well, you are evil,
pure evil and you deserve hell for it all,
you deserve hell for it all.

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