Comeback lines never come
Until your back is a blur on the horizon
And the earth has spun years onto my reflection
Idiot child
How I would have crucified you
If you tried those tired old lines right now
But I will wait till you come back
I will wait
And I will lurk in playgrounds
For your reincarnation to cast its shadow
And I will savour each syllable
Firing plosive curses back in your face:
A vengeance most perfect
Pleasure on my tongue
And even if I am a hundred years young
It will be worth
Seeing your smirk wiped off your face
It will be worth
Having the smugness seep from your being
And enter mine
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