here we are in the same morbid cycle
only theres a difference it seems.
now it is you who are scouring my effluences with your nose pegged
dancing around in the mess.

not fun is it?
no. no.
I wouldn't be so cruel to tease you all on top of it.
besides woudn't that make me just like you?

No. instead, I will just smile on the inside
arms folded with a feign look of concern botoxed on my face
wonder if by the time it wears off you all develop some tinge of compassion?

50 bucks says, none of you get it!


Sewage. Oh so important but, only when you realise **** isn't going anywhere.