Fuck you, you pinion of mismatched morals.
You collector of remorse and bitter quarrels.
You ill hated wasteoid of lost memories and time.
You bastion of misguided hate crime.
You passionately mismatched moron of ill emotions.
You bottled up message dropped in the oceans.
You lost soul in the grave yard of time
while you put everyone else down to make you sublime.
You ignorant loser stuck in the Mensa group
with no smirky comment to retort and regroup.
You molester of minds and misgovern of blood money
and the way you like to steal the sun from the sunny.
You stealer of souls with your electric razor chord.
The way your speeches always made us bored.
You mismatched molested minded loser stuck in my hell
since it seem with you I'm stuck to dwell.
You polo smelling joker selling off your porn
and on each side of your head there should be a horn.
You tongued warrior for the felicity of uncle Sam
since it seems even you are up on the lowliest scam.
You spontaneously miss guided shouter of deprived emotions.
You sailor lost on the black sea of madness and it's rough oceans.
You fuck up for all that ever stood for anything right.
The one who always seems to come home late every-night.
The misgivings of a pack hunter and slack
with his fake gold watch scraping me as he pats me on the back.
His laugh that could make me lose my lunch on his floorboard
and when it comes to ill emotions he can always sing that chord.
You slack of anything that could stand for an ounce of moral standing
since it seems this hell you've always been planning...

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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