i am born of: vitriol.*

i want my guitar back,
the one you broke before
i had the chance
to pay it off,
you liverpudlian fat ****!
hungry for a sarnie?
yeah, the lebanese
baklava brigade is on its way...
don't worry, fatty,
you'll get your
        diabetic coma!
and by god i hope you get
your amputee cheque to boot.