Fraud

I've worked very hard for my zen

So, it should come

As no surprise

Whatsoever

That I have a rather low tolerance

For those who try

To throw off said zen

Your words

Have more power than you know

But your methods

More than your words

Were the most egregious

Of your sins

Put bluntly

You are a coward

And a fraud

And I have no use for either

Your false masks

The pageantry of pleasantry

These things

Mean nothing to me

And I have no intention

Of letting you skate free

On my watch

Ever again

I have a memory like an elephant

And hold grudges like a jackal

My words to you

Are like Wolverine's claws

Adamantium

Slashing through

Your false pretenses

With no forgiveness in sight

I am going to remember you

Your open cowardice

Your crude retorts

And I will strike hard upon you

The very moment

That you believe

You have regained

My good graces

Pray

That my memory of you dies

Before our paths

Ever cross again

No good will come to you

If

Perchance

I am to remember