Sometimes I get mad
because of how sad
you make me
and my family.
I don’t know why
you want us to cry
and hate you
but I promise you
it’s true
you son of a gun
you’re the reason
I run away
and up
because you’re just
a grump
and you’ll never be more than
a lump
on my face
staring back at me
heres the truth
Im squeezing your head
and blowing your brains.
You’re the sick cells and bacteria.
You brought on this hysteria
and nonsense.
So here’s to you
and your cocky
confidence.