Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Dear (insert name here)
I'm writing in regards to that c(u) nt
Of a smile pressed upon your flaccid face.
How demeaning it's meant to be when
You flash it my direction, like a pervert
In an overcoat waiting for a reaction.
I no longer glance pitifully your way,
Knowing that all that waits is a dementia-sized
Portion of condescension from a vapid
Brute like you, a pig of the new ages.
I always felt that you had the shine of
An oil slick that never got cleaned up,
But I was unaware of your halfhearted mouth
Spewing forth a sea of unworthy comments
That flushed my way, similar to how sh(!)t
Is flushed away from a dirty toilet bowl.
You and I have nothing in common, aside from
Half angry glances and deplorable insults.
9-25-09
Of a smile pressed upon your flaccid face.
How demeaning it's meant to be when
You flash it my direction, like a pervert
In an overcoat waiting for a reaction.
I no longer glance pitifully your way,
Knowing that all that waits is a dementia-sized
Portion of condescension from a vapid
Brute like you, a pig of the new ages.
I always felt that you had the shine of
An oil slick that never got cleaned up,
But I was unaware of your halfhearted mouth
Spewing forth a sea of unworthy comments
That flushed my way, similar to how sh(!)t
Is flushed away from a dirty toilet bowl.
You and I have nothing in common, aside from
Half angry glances and deplorable insults.
9-25-09
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