Good Bye
THE RELATIVE
Come hither afore you travel on. Whither you go or stay it’s never mind.
Thither you should be traveling on. Nether do I sing the sad song.
Thy face I’ll pretend to miss, but thoughts of you I fain to diss.
And with wryly scorn my lips doth hiss.
Thy absence has brought pleasant relief, Because you have oft been a thief,
It’s my belief I shall suffer a relief. Of the baser ones you are chief.
So brother dear come no more. Never again enter my front door.
When you fade from my sight, the ecstasy of joy returns.
Say not he cannot bring joy for his noble departure brings no regrets to anyone.
Fare- thee-well unwelcome one, evermore.
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