bite my ass you silly nit
you unholy half wit
with the delusions
of an evil magician
you preach to me
of your distress your anger
your need to be a god
though you possess a dwindling part
how forcefully we all wish
to be a mouthpiece for the divine
and how cowardly we cringe
when the words come out garbled
bite my ass you son of a bitch
I've enough on me to solve without your vanity gasping...
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