I got eighteen cigarettes stuck in my cake
Strike a light, set the mood just right

Take a deep breath and
Remember that
You had no happy ending planned
And no true fans

Doomed to fail?
Hell yeah

Hell...
Yeah, looks that way

It don't matter
Have another slice of cake

Flash forward a breakdown or two

half stacked crack addicted hazmat wearing fascist can all get ******
You'll never find me dealing in
Toxic ****
Another ******* psychotic
Mind altering
Falling out
Of fake ideas
And hateful misanthropy
Dancing around my issues
With a ******* smirk

I hate self reflection, and
I want to slap the living **** out you

But don't want to wind up in jail...

I did it for the internet
Strange comment from the man
With a master plan
Scribbled sloppily on the back of his hand
Stammering out some candy words
With a sour edge made painful
By his ****** up head
Wedding his best friend
Happy ending
Till they all die in a house fire

The end.