it was probably not mine
probably not at all
probably not anyone
probably not me.
but now it is–
so i wonder if
it’s my disgusting poetry
or your disgusting jealousy
that made a woman
a mentally
ill
piece of
shit.
and blame it on the sane one.
can’t attack it.
at least make it men
be the people that think i’m
batshit.
at least make it men.
because all of these women
who want me dead
for giving them astrology
should be shot in the head.
it was probably not mine
probably not at all
probably not anyone
probably not me.
it was probably not i
who gave you everything
and ended up with nothing
the karma is real.
shit’s fucking real.
it’s not nice to steal
and then rub it in the face,
while you squeal
like a little pig–
this is real.
