Happy 1st anniversary,



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The prize you won, brat, were the bars of your cage,
A hoard of sardines, butt creams, and your rage
At being seen for the monster you killed to disguise
As a victim of Travis, twice buried in lies.
Those 1,000 places you felt entitled to see?
Checked off now in tears shed in self-pity—poor me!!
For you, though, some wishes, to honor the day,
And for them to come true? For that I will pray.
May your every minute feel twice longer than last,
May you be haunted by your lost dreams of the past,
May you be laughed at until all jokes of you stale,
May all your appeals be denied or just fail.
And above all else, may thoughts of you fade
As you wither in prison and die an “old maid.”