You can see on the inside
What they stole from me.
All the things they tried to hide
All the things they thought “she just couldn’t see.”
They took my memories.
But I got them back.
That’s a matter of. FUCKING. Fact.
No, it wasn’t easy.
But “it” was never really mine.
No. It wasn’t easy.
Because they “didn’t cross the line.”
THEY DIDN’T CROSS THE FUCKING LINE?
They were fine.
I was not.
Just nine years old,
Hoping they rot.
I don’t know a thing
About how to feel.
They’ve taken it all–
Get the fuck away from me!
Motherfucking Hillary.
Did you ever wonder
How I survived at all?
No. It wasn’t FUCKING easy
It was all a “fucking show.”
No. It wasn’t FUCKING easy.
I think you know.
You did it to me.
Don’t lie to yourself.
Or me.
Human lie detector–
That’s not Hillary.
That’s FUCKING me.
You can take it from me–
I don’t want it anymore.
You can take the memories from me.
I don’t want them THE FUCK ANYMORE.
Will you remember
Who wrote your fucking whole ass show?
Will you remember
Who gave you the vote?
Shut up Hillary.
SHUT THE FUCK UP CUNT.
I gave you the notes.
I was your voice.
I wasn’t hoping you choke.
I didn’t make you the joke.
You did.
YOU FUCKING DID.
I don’t know a thing,
About how to feel.
They’ve taken it all.
Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me.
GET THE FLYING FUCK AWAY FROM ME.
HILLARY!
Fuck off.
Hillary. Fuck off.
Fuck off Hillary. Fuck off.
You can take them from me
I don’t want them anymore.
You can take the memories from me–
I don’t want them THE FUCK anymore.
I really don’t want them.
I want you to have it.
Hating your spawn
Is just a habit.
Hating your fucking spawn
Is just a matter of fucking habit.
I hate women. Not men.
I’ll say it again–
I HATE FUCKING WOMEN. NOT MEN.
WHO THE FUCK KNEW?
I did.
Back then.
WAY BACK WHEN.
(Never previously published except for 5.2 seconds on Coffee & Cigarettes, then removed, 2010)
