You sit and puff your cigar Making me feel obsolete, though now ignored, you one pursued How could this happen? It's so bizarre Where once was hope, there is now defeat My broken heart came unglued

This pen is mighty Every discretion you've ever done Will be put in ink for all to see You have not heard the last from me   Each sick...

Or, maybe, picking up the lead pipe on the ground to smash in the head of the dickhead that just pissed you off.