Sunday, November 18, 2012

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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