Man Up O’ shallow prisoner of the flame
leave us fat ogres and hot strippers
to wallow in your shame… and OUR bed.
A misery worth no less than a ticker tape parade… I guess.
Go dig up the varmints and find the crooks
whom you admire and slither with in the darkness
Nothing less is deserved for your brand of ignorant enlightenment.
But stay meek, for it is your only trump,
Though it is low and face cards await your play.
In your heartless shadow there lurks a black queen who wants you to take her home.
So, use up your new friends like minutes on a pubescent’s phone
never waiting for when the time strikes a better value
For You Are A Prime Time User
Consume, inhale, imbibe and partaketh…
Always knowing there’s an Amscott on every corner
where you always attract lot’s of interest.
You can keep your two faced women
where i’ll remind you that while it may look good on paper
In reality it seems there’s no monopoly on ugly… Oh well.
But you never stooped my roomie… for trash or garbage.
Content to leave it lay where your sleeping dogs lie
where for you lying has been elevated to a new art form
And you… the Salvadore Dali of the downtrodden
who very few can understand, and even fewer can appreciate.
Knowing your wonderfully fragile acid burnt out heart
your backstabber friends will patiently wait… for when the bottom falls out.
LIKE IT DID…TODAY
I mean for you.