Go away, H.B.

My naive soul, from distant past

saw past the love deemed not to last -

your cold and vile oppressing words

with go forever, never heard -

Cannot abide the writhing tide

of hate and fear you kept inside

which came as hate and angry talk

that caused this soul to turn and walk -

Oh, ride your Colt right off a cliff -

do not look back for you deserve

the pain you caused with your own words

which made your actions, so absurd -