You filthy inadequate loathsome speck of worthless rust.

Sitting there rotting away - your idiotic, incoherent task you call life.

Sipping away respect with each pitiful ounce of liquid waste.

I hold back my aggression.

I hold back my remorse.

I am sad for you,

... Because when you fall, I won't be there,

Be there to witness your progression,

Your progression toward a total downfall.

Get out of your placebo happy world and into the ring of honour.

Listen for my name.

You will hear it.

You will hear it when you hit the canvas and when it echoes throughout your casket.