Yeah Yeah
you didn't know she was your first cousin

Contempt breeds within the one who lets it bend them over.

The opposite of familiarity breeds contempt.
strangeness, unfamiliarity

and

it all has to do with seeing yourself as some kind of perfect being, and really doesn't bother the one you have the contempt for...you

Contempt of Court? God will tell you.

(another poet's favorite saying murdered by logic and love. Yes, I know there are people who will say my writing is violent...that's the same people it smacks around. It will be okay...when you're gone. Do you get it? Someone who is ****** has kind of a right to feel contempt for the most familiar of all.)

I'm ****** up, but I seem normal when compared to you
And that's really saying something, since my entire mind's askew
But you're a piece of work that can't ever be fixed
And I don't think our poisons should ever be mixed

You poor, poor thing
With your poor, poor brain
Were your parents blood related,
As well as insane?

Well, I wish your ***** ****** parents could keep it in their pants
Because we're now stuck with you from their horrid romance
But your parents were cousins who were ****** up too
And this world must now suffer from the likes of you

I know I'm no peach, but you're just plain rotten
But your attempts to be clever will soon be forgotten
No one likes the way you smell, they'd rather smell my b.o.
Compared to your sick stench, I smell like a spring rose

Are you sad that your incestuous parents didn't have an abortion?
That your heart and your brain are the main missing portions?
Yeah, I know. I'd be sad too
If I woke up each day and had to be you