That was pretty shitty
what you did back there,
made me cry like that.

No, seriously...
What the fuck was that?
Do you really expect
me to ask you for forgiveness,
to account for my "sinfulness"?
You can stick it up your ass!

Where were you for all those people?
For the little kids with no hair
because it fell out from the poison
that they inject to kill the cancer
to cling to life
before they shrivel up and die.
Where were you for the suicides?
The living dead?
The sacrificed?

No doubt it was for nothing
but the people we became,
those who survived
and had more than half a mind,
and the people that we came to know
more closely than perhaps we'd like
to think we'd like to have.

For those of us who squeezed some love,
some art,
some tears,
some sex,
some drugs,
some deeper insight into us,
our powerful meaninglessness,
there was at least that much to savor,
hold inside our hearts until
we stumble and fall in on the con.

If you claim that you set this up
then fuck you, pal, cuz that is just
ridiculous what we have to go through.

Are you listening?
Because I'm talking to you,
you "all-powerful" so-and-so,
you omnipotent Romeo.
You love me like a deadbeat dad.
But not even,
you're worse than that.

But who am I kidding?
You irrelevant waste of thoughts,
you're not listening,
and you're not even here.

And you were never there.

04/27/2013

Posted on 04/28/2013
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