If More People Knew Who You Are, I Would Dress Up As You For Halloween.
Because those 48hours I spent in your presence,
Was the scariest shit I’ve ever experienced.
If you were crazy, bitter or blue…
Then I would just feel bad for you.
But your woes are nothing but blathering.
The ridiculousness of your stammering isn’t even entertaining.
Your stress is simple petty bullshit.
I swear, if you show me your tits once more I’m gonna have a fuckin fit.
Self absorbed, nonsense twat.
Garbage personality twit I want to swat.
Horrible pounds of flesh…
Which only possess the anatomy that makes you a woman.
None of the grace, none of the patience…not even the face.
I said it…you look like a man. And I can barely distinguish you as a human.
You are a disgrace to womankind.
In fact, rather than see you again, I’d prefer to go blind.
I’ll stab myself in the eye,
Before I allow you to stay in my home one more time.
If I do see you somewhere on the road of life,
I’ll read you this little rhyme & destroy your immense un-earned pride.
As you strut around like a slut yet exclaiming the whole time you never thought you were cute.
I wanna scream, I’ll make you uglier with the heel of my boot !
When you repeat over & over that you swear all your friends are taller than you….
All I can think is ‘you have friends’ ? Could it be true ?
Who are these people that would willingly spend time with you before taking a bullet to the head ?
Yes, what I’m saying in no uncertain terms is that to be around you might be worse than being dead.