I want to be mean. To say all the terrible things My mind keeps developing. I want to tell all your friends That you wet the bed one night And unfortunately me as well. I want to alert your employer Of your medical issues that Could impair your work. I want to tell you I hope it Hurts when they take out Your wisdom teeth. I want you to be bored out Of your mind when you’re On whatever ship they put You on for months at a time. I want you drink too much And puke out your guts, Kind of like I have this Month from the stress. I want to tell you nothing You write makes any sense Because you're trying too hard. I want you to be isolated, Worn, and miserable.