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Pseudo Compassionate Crap
by Alisa Js
too little, too late
and I'm supposed to what now,
be grateful?
for those miniscule scraps of pseudo compassion
squeezed out from your tight, dry ass
covered in shit
like crumbs on a fly's egg
you expect me to like this?
after all the ridicule and condescending crap
treat me like dirt
you call yourself my brother
and stab me like that?
I don't think so!
and I don't need your pity
or your pathetic excuse for love,
emails full of positive thinking
ridiculous psycho-babble
and psycho you are
if you expect me to grovel
for some stupid-ass key
from your pile of shit car...
I'll buy my own, thank you
catch the damned bus,
I'll walk ...
05/22/2007 Posted on 05/23/2007
Copyright © 2026 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/24/07 at 12:56 AM pseudo compassionate crap or anonymous animosity. I hate it when people underestimate my ability to reason or see through their paper thin facades. I have to vent over this kind of crap too, Alisa. It's reassuring. |
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