I’m so hungry i could eat
a bulldozer
or some confetti
NEAT.
and i’m laughing
and i’m driving
over the influence
and over my head.
but here they all are
clamoring to gimp
at my feet.
i’m sure they’ll make fun of me
that’s neat.
and also i love when
UGLY FAT DUMBASS CUNTS TRY AND TELL ME THAT I’M GROSS
it’s happened since i was comatose
in my mother’s
“womb.”
i want you to know that–
it was cold as hell
i want you to know that–
i’m standing by a wishing well.
i only mention all this
because it seems
to hold up well
to the tales
we all tell–
about the MOTHERS
that couldn’t FUCKING LOVE US
like we were fucktards
that were contagious
like they were afraid of us
US. US.
just kids.
now you want my man
my twin.
you want him so bad
you sin.
you want him so bad
MY TWIN?!
why do you think
you can have him–
in spite of your sin?
YOUFUCKINGSIN.
that’s for you to find out
and others
to approximate
while you droll on about
how
EVERYONE FUCKING JUDGES ME!
THEN don’t fucking be the one to be judged.
OFF THE CHAT
DO THAT
be the one THAT DOES.
IN THE IMMORTAL WORDS OF FUCKING BRITNEY SPEARS
(who is me)
WHY DON’T YOU DO SOMETHING.
