I know I need to be writing
because everything inside of me keeps swirling around

No contentment. Hatred. Volatile.

I am just so tired - and it's not about me
It's about the sheer stupidity
causing me to lock my doors
and seal up my soul

Why won't theses plastic and
unhappy women of this world
leave me alone? I understand
you have your cliques and
water cooler friends but take a minute
to stop talking about the one person
who has been kind and sincerely
helpful

Rip off your own scars
so that the air isn't so
oppresive from the smell of your
rotting flesh - no wonder you and
your daughters always
have a scowl and keep your
nose up in the air hoping to
get away from your own stench
Yes.
You stink and you are boring

Eat as much sugar as you want
You'll still never be sweet
Just don't drop your acidic
stench on my life - spreading
your propaganda and gossip is your
full-time job - working up those
beads of sweat because you're so
busy on social media getting the
word out on conversations that you
sit just far enough away to take the
bread crumbs of conjecture and feed
them to your posse of little, annoying
dogs. And what a great host you
are - feeding the hungry with
deceit and throwing the bones
to your backyard slum bitches.

Slumlord of technology
owning a piece of virtual property
so that you can
be the architecture of everyone's demise
while you build your empire
of lies, but don't forget
the world wide web is made
by a spider and that black
widow - doesn't just settle for
the vulnerable
No.
She eats everyone - especially the fat
lumbering host who is invited
in for a meal. She'll
watch, wait and listen and
just as you raise a glass to
toast how proficient and "followed" you
are - She'll strike.
Bitter and haughty
You won't taste good
She doesn't need to eat you - you're
so full of yourself that
you make a great meal for
her just hatched little ones who are
starving for fresh blood.

~N
9/15/15

09/20/2015

Posted on 09/20/2015
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