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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