I hate you
I really do
I ******* hate you
and everything you do
Wait
Did I say hate?
I meant your pretty cool
I feel like a tool
It's a sin
to let that slip in
but I should go now
I'm going to be late
I've got a hot date ...with my ...lady
but maybe
I'll give you a call
maybe next fall
It's been a while
Since I've felt...so infantile
I'm floating on air
Try not to stare

In a fit of religious anger
I killed all the worlds fish
...also I left you several voicemails.
This isn't the time or place to discuss post mortem erectile dysfunction but I do have a few minutes to stop and chat, about how your getting old, full of mold or how your *** is getting fat. I haven't the time I haven't the will ,to indulge you till you've had your fill. I see no reason shape or rhyme why I should have to sit and define , the way your hair sways or the way your grandma hates the gays. I wish I could indulge for you but you see my time is almost through. And when all is said and done you've past the line ,your the last to run.