Found: “The Fair Deceiver” responds

Disheveled Fool,
With my nose, I will never again have to smell the impregnation of cheap tobacco and perspiration on your unlaundered shirts; With my diaphragm, I will never have to contain the vomit from my stomach from the taste of bourbon and canker on your kiss; With my heart, I will never have to worry if you are worthy of caring for a true woman because even with one glass eye, I see clearly that you are not.
Be assured your broken marriage promise makes me feel like singing and roller-skating through the streets until my voice is hoarse, my legs can no longer support me, and the day is done.
Good riddance, Rubbage!





