Poem to a crappy moment or two:

 
 
I am a perfectionist at heart
 
I know you can see it easily
 
Because you went straight at it
 
At that core and attacked me
 
 
 
You said I had done nothing
 
Not a single part of my job
 
And in that moment, in those words
 
My confidence you sought to rob
 
 
 
And I bit, HARD and with bitter hurt
 
I swore and I was pissed off its true
 
Because I let that nasty dig hurt
 
Perfectly aimed, straight at me, by you
 
 
 
I saw that snarky sidewards glance 
 
That attempted to snare another
 
Your web is created lies and acid
 
The good of others seeking to smother
 
 
 
Well you won’t win. not this time, NEVER
 
And when you die alone and bitter still
 
I hope you remember that in good faith
 
We did our job with the utmost skill
 
 
 
You are merely a bad moment or two
 
But the loneliness of being so nasty
 
Lingers for one so utterly sour, as you
 
So now, fade from memory Mr, Dastardly
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