Dr Critic Killjoy

kick a poet down before he or she is dead look at all their grammatical errors & failures never look at the beauty inside think of wrecking their charm take the smile away from their faces insist that they wear the ball & chains of regret can’t live up to their perfect standard of living piss all over their honesty and crap upon their smile knowing all the great while you need to rip them to shreds even further take away their honesty & sullen brevity why does one equate logical persuasion for fear shed a single tear to numb its inner pain follow them down to the pit of their inner torment & misery long viscous fangs dripping blood off side blackened hearts with no love Critical asses with no free passes no second chances toward advances in this place of misery and doom now go clean your room take a crap in their urinal no excuses for their actions for they are perfect always correct leave them in the corner of affliction with no clothes on without any song fondle their breasts and butter their toasts with an explosion inside bury them upside down so the entire world can kiss their ass can’t help you cause they can’t help themselves eyes with spots having holes in their head they are the walking dead.