Speaking In Gibberish Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

So you want perfection.
Good god man you can't be serious.
You must be delerious.
Don't you know I'm the spitting image of rejection.
I don't know what you have been smoking.
But let me tell I want none of it.
No more I say, with a capital K.
Come on now that makes absolutely no sense.
It's like your speaking in gibberish.
Well just to let you know I do take offense, no matter the reason or pretense.
You can't talk to me that way.
It's not okay.
Well I would appologise but I have ran out tissues.
Know that it is because I like you, and this is from the bottom of my very damaged and twisted heart.
Well I guess it's good as anywhere to start.
Everybody these days is a critic, or cynic.