You clandestinely condescending cunt!

You think I don't see through you?

You think I cant tell

That your enthusiasm

Is nothing more

Than thinly veiled gloating?

So your paycheck's gonna be

Bigger than mine

So your car horn works

And you can plug a CD player into your lighter outlet

Whoopdie~fucking~doo!

You pick stupid movies

And you always used to insist that i hang out with you

Even when I had no money for it

Even when I had no desire to

Thank God you got your stupid car

With all it's working parts

That way I don't have to sit

Through one more conversation

Where you know everything about everything

And my input is worthless

Because you don't smoke pot, but I do

Or suffer through more of your incessant backseat driving

You *always* did it

You *didn't* even have your liscence

Why don't you go take your "Theraputic Communication"

And practice it on some other emotional teenager

Becuase if you didn't know it, miss Know-it-all

I turned 20 the same week you did

And I dont appreciate being practiced on

~More like exploited~

Just because I deal with life

Differently than you

And by the way

You might want to lose

That despicable habit of yours

Where you talk to everyone

Like they're 5 years old....

Nobody likes it!



The End

05/29/2004

Posted on 05/29/2004
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