as hissy fits filter through my placid frame of mind
and the obligation to confrontation becomes revived,
for all these lowlifes who hurt my shit
and all of this hurt that makes me sick,
and oh my god,
the penalty
for f***ing me,
a friend in need,
is making fire the effigy,
a dumber, sicker, fragile breed
until i fucking burst and kick your ass
when a small chance steps out of class
and erupts from the grimness of bad intentions
into a dimly lit room to give a brutal education
to the unjust antagonists fucking up my script,
to the childhood creeps who punched me in my dick.
i swear i’m gonna roar and bust a lo*d
that will envelope
all of the natural world
as we know it.
remember all the times i just relaxed
and heard painfully from one room over
you penetrating the a**
of the glimmers of hope i just couldn’t hold on to.
look how things just stack up.
now this jacked pu**y’s had enough
so i’m taking off both gloves
and transporting your stupid face
ten feet behind you in a puddle of mud
after i smash my fist into your ugly mug
and then some dogs are gonna piss on it
as the absence of face devours your spirit.