All I've seen
are legs
of the bloke
upstairs
believe me,
they are snappable
I've knocked
his door
he doesn't
answer
loots
my calm
with his
bass enhancer
Look,
I'm an affable
kind of guy,
but ..
this ******
is testing my
patience
I want him
to die
Not so he rots
in a puddle of snot
-I still claim a frisson of feeling-
plus I don't want the hell
of that festering smell
or the pain of repainting
the ceiling...
I don't try
to be mean,
to stir-up a scene
but the grinning is
hard to pretend,
so I'll sit on my hands
and mutter those plans
for that thin ************
to end.
Oct 21, 2023
Oct 21, 2023 at 5:00 PM UTC
All I've seen
are legs
of the bloke
upstairs
believe me,
they are snappable
I've knocked
his door
he doesn't
answer
loots
my calm
with his
bass enhancer
Look,
I'm an affable
kind of guy,
but ..
this ******
is testing my
patience
I want him
to die
Not so he rots
in a puddle of snot
-I still claim a frisson of feeling-
plus I don't want the hell
of that festering smell
or the pain of repainting
the ceiling...
I don't try
to be mean,
to stir-up a scene
but the grinning is
hard to pretend,
so I'll sit on my hands
and mutter those plans
for that thin ************
to end.
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