I am not dumb, material animal.
They used to seal your turds in shrink wrap. Yeah, they could sell that shit in chain stores. But now the stench is so much worse, because someone set it on fire and left at my front door. And I'm so fucking charred I could die, if you would be so kind to let nature take it's course. I don't have far to go. Because you didn't mean it anymore than I could possibly believe it. So take your sorry excuse for a life and move on... I planted a twig because I thought it would grow into a tree. Turned out to be another stick in the mud that fell for the first man made catastrophe. And I'm so full of shit I could die. If not with honor, then maybe with the shame of letting the whole God damn world burn right before my eyes. I'd like to spare you the epitaph. Let it be known right now that I was only in it for the laughs and that I don't care where you've been, just so long as you called... but when the lights go out and you're left standing there all alone, I hope you can laugh out loud at this one. It's a fucking hoot! It left a pain deep in my side and blood coming out of my throat. So how's about we get up and get real and act like we mean it for once?
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