Uncontested

I’d sell my five Picassos
and my Silver Cloud Mark II,
I’d even sell my grandma
just to rid myself of you.

I don’t need to see your bitter face,
or hear your vicious sneers;
I don’t need you in my life at all:
I need an auctioneer.


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