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Oh, Brother

You walk right up to me
Abuse me on the street
Like a cannonball killing me
You got it wrong brother
Can’t you see? 
Can’t you see?

~*~

Your low self-esteem is held in high regard

You’re so pretentious you should win a goddamn award

Acting sanctimonious like you’re such a class act king

With that attitude of yours, bitch you’re basically next to nothing

I hope you like the songs that I’ll dedicate to you too

Here’s a clue: they all start with a fuck and end with a you

Selfish and portentous, I feel it resonate to my very bone

And yet you goddamn wonder why you are still depressingly alone

With what little redemption you have, gets shredded by your pure repulsiveness

Why don’t you look a little further, you pathetic menopausal mess?

I don’t even know why I waste my words on the waste that you’ve become

Go pick on someone your own size, you narcissistic dick

How dare you have the nerve to call yourself a man.

~*~

Won’t you walk on home brother?
Won’t you live and learn brother?
Think you’re a poet? A know-it? At your lowest?
Have you lost it? Did you toss it? Double crosses it?
Are you a loser? No one to choose you? Accuser?

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Little Blue Boys

Little chubby blonde boy

And his big brother holding

A blue mini-soccer ball

Oh, here they come a’gigglin

Little chubby blonde boy

And his big brother grinning

In their olive-green trike

Oh, there they went a’ridin.

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[w]ill

is it bad

that i wish

you ill

just so you

would

learn how it

feels?

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Transformation

At first, the back of my head throbs

Just a small pulsating angry vein

Threatening madly to simply burst off

And give me an intense bad migraine

.

Blood rushes deafeningly in my ears

Heartbeat pounding in my mouth

My paper skin is threatening to tear

Body temperature boiling high south

.

Grating shrills, pervading cold voice

Screams enveloping my every whim

Bones cracking in such a horrific noise

Veiny eyes bleed black liquid within

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Now I’m no longer just a human being

But a grotesque creature transformed

A shapeshifter with no warm feeling

Lusting for horror, gore, and raw storms

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He’s begging for a chance to be alive

But I plead murder in the first degree

And when the monster in me is satisfied

Maybe I’ll let you die a little quicker for mercy.

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De Haut En Bas

Gentleman in a sophisticated suit of the most exquisite tastes and aesthetic

Fastidious from your hat to your leather shoes, refined with every thread and stitch

With your ravishing habiliments, one look might indicate your manners easily

Pleasant, confident, cavalier, polite, a proclaimed gentleman of this era, truly

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But in the end, my dearest chap, it was never the suit that made the man

Because behind those pinstripes hid a supercilious, arrogant, ill-bred, useless scum

If you’re hideous to your very soul, then what use is the beauty of your garments so fine?

Because strip away your dashing suit, and what are you, but a disgusting creature lower than swine?

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