What need is there to see that anger through?
Fuck you you stupid bitch, go find a ditch and
fucking stay.
Lay down, don't move, just go the fuck away.
Rotten toothed crackhead, better off dead, wish
you'd play someone else instead.
Get out of my head and leave me be; restless
tweaker, set me free.
But no, don't listen, don't even lend an
ear.
No heart, no conscience, just paranoia
and fear.
Skin and bone turn to dust, rotting boils
are soon to come, no longer the beauty, just
a nasty ratty slum.
So do what you like, inhale it all, pop
it back and put up the wall.
You're not you anyway, so it will
never really matter, just go the fuck
away.
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman 12/30/11
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