Not Worth the Thought or Ink

Your game is not worth my time
The thought process
to put this in a rhyme
would be a literary mess.
You are not worth thought, paper, nor pen

Your malignant nature,
though a subtle tone,
secured you a future
lined with brimstone

Your persecution of me
after complete isolation,
continued to be.
The annihilation of affection.

It's not worth my attention
Nor the thought process
It's not worth communication,
nor written address.

No currency exists.
These are notes without value.

Malicious jeu de mots,
well deserving of
nothing at all.