...Sen,
You're scarce worth the ink that I'm putting to pen, spell
condemning your mem'ry, sounding your death knell
I deign to lay blame, vindicated at last
by the long string of women whom you've left aghast

by your actions: your passions that flickered like tinders-
-fresh-lit, then extinguished.
Commitment so hinders...
The closest you ever could get to a win
was by jumping me-
-I took a dive, it was fin,
then I came and Oblivioned you by the cliffside.
(all alone...!)
And you died.
One last swing.
One last whiff.
Bye!

We were wasted on you, each of us, to a dame.
You could come, you could go-
-you could never remain.

The last laugh is mine in the end, my first nemesis.
I pray: from your end, may we all find a genesis.

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 9th of Celes, in the year 7 AC.