In darkened shadows, an ungrateful heart resides,
Ignoring countless blessings, in pitch it hides.
No flowery blooms of appreciation in this barren pasture,
A stark thankless, cold, depressing life that’s fractured
Thank you’s blown away in the whispered wind,
Gifts overlooked, gratitude in recall and rescind.
Each kindness lost to a black void of disdain,
Ungrateful echoes, a last sad refrain.
So our marriage ends today, and with it, love for you
You’re unthankful, unappreciative, and unpleasant, too
You think you’re special, not even close to being great
The kids told me this morning you're a snivelling ingrate
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