Sunday, December 11, 2011


At least you're consistent.
A consistent fuck up.
I know now that I can always count on you,
to let me down.

No matter how low I sink,
I could never be as low as you.
You're like the scum between my toes.
The filth left behind by the garbage man.

I could say it once, twice, a dozen times...
and still it would not be enough.
Fuck you.

You're probably wondering,
"now what did I do?"

Well if you don't know,
you will soon.

You're gonna learn...
You're gonna learn,
what its like to get fucked over.


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