She used words like   this and stuff and whatever and dot dot dot   well, I'm sorry but I like to think   of what we had as a little bit more   than these misplaced English words    you're using that only serve to make me sad   and confused   and belittled   and make me seem so trivial   be civil, girl!   your vocabulary was so vast   I even bought a 300,000-word dictionary   to keep up with your...   but now you break it all down with ambiguous words like   this and stuff and whatever and dot dot dot   what in the world were you thinking, little lady?   you're acting so stinkin shady!   but I'm not going to think about it.   Moving along...next poem.   I'm sorry, I have to talk about it some more   it's my personality   it's how I was born   I keep digging holes in the dirt   to place this hurt but it won't go away   it just won't stay away   I just don't understand.   I just don't get it, man   and I guess I never will.   Because my dictionary doesn't contain   the cheap words you use to make me so ill.   I want to give you a hug.   I want us to walk and talk   in a park while watching doves.   I want us to carry on in a platonic love   but you don't want to...   so we won't.   Next poem.