Trite Reprising Indignation
I don't read your literature
I don't like standing in your lines
I abhorre your hypocrisy bukkake'd in a den of flies
You want originality?! I'll show you where that is
It's deep inside where you can't hide you just deny that it exists
I can't explain it it's just a thing you have not giving you a hint
I really don't care it's hilarious to me that you think my words are s h I t
Maybe it's the alcohol or drugs I took you think that made me rot
I know what it really is and it took some time but I have to keep my secret
The honest truth from me to you is I appreciate the candor.
Even though it was a hurtful statement you did it just to bait me
It worked at first and I did bite a bitter taste of cold rejection.
And now I feast on shallow thoughts of displacement and erasing....
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