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Poetry

what we ain’t–we make up with future faking. 

i know you said it–
i’m sorry “i’m better”
but i won’t let her
try to be better than me.
i’ve heard it all before.
KEEP SCORE.
whore.

i’m trying to let my
children go to sleep–
and she’s dying to make sure,
they’re made to KEEP SCORE.
on all the problem we’ve had before–
with the bredrups
i’m solidly fed up–
in the future and
BEFORE.

DO YOU THINK I DON’T KEEP SCORE?
DO YOU THINK I’D REPEAT
THE SINS OF MY MOTHER?

NEVER.

anyway i said it–
i’m not sorry i’m better than you.
i’ve heard it all before her.
i’ve heard it all again.
you want to be my mom.

THIS SINFUL FUCKING WOMAN THAT HAS BEAMED ON YOU.
while i dream on and find a window to move through.
MY MOM’S SHADOW HAS CREAMED ON YOU–
cuz she’s ugly and fat and does nothing so IT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT TO DO.
but maybe skinny,
BUT LIKE SHE DOES.
like i refuse to do.

and i’m pissed
and annoyed that my body was abused–
by these annoying bredrups.

NO ONE LIKES YOU.
not adam, not alex
not adam or chris.
not all of them.
unless you fix this.
retard no ones
that think you’re me–

have fun gaining my clout
have fun sucking my clit.
i’m out.
have fun with all of it.
i’m out.