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Mar 2014
Insincerity, Maleficence and Cowardice
typify who you are known to be;
though I am not surprised,
I am thoroughly disgusted;
not that you give a ****,
nor that you ever did.

Although, realistically,
I'd bet you give plenty of *****:
it wouldn't be a new trick for you.
T'is a pity you never grasped
the notion of
"quality over quantity."

That's cool.
You should do what you will,
but I'd advise getting checked out,
and I don't mean by the ****** people,
although that seems a good fit for you;
people tend to be unclean
and like attracts like.

Despite your self-righteous fervor,
and the eloquent ways with which you contort language,
the fundamentally simple and inescapable fact remains:
you're a grand, narcissistic hypocrite.

You could lie and claim to be an honest person,
though I know you can be honest
about your erogenous duplicity.
Tell someone one thing to their face
and then act in direct contradiction.

No wonder you felt so alone;
you push everyone else away.
I'd reply to your messages,
but it seems communication is precluded.

Strange, you seem awfully defensive.

Even after all these months,
you're still such an inspiration.
I hope you found another source
of your beloved intoxication.

It's rather remarkable, really,
how well you misuse potential.
I'm beside myself with awe:
you never fail to impress.
A ******* and worthless poem
with a half-worthless title,
all for a worthless person.

Made me feel better to write it out, though,
so I'd call that a victory.
Anubis the Philosomancer
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