If More People Knew Who You Are, I Would Dress Up As You For Halloween

Because those 48hours I spent in your presence,  
Was the scariest shit I’ve ever experienced.  
If you were crazy, bitter or blue…  
Then I would just feel bad for you.  
But your woes are nothing but blathering.  
The ridiculousness of your stammering isn’t even entertaining.    
Your stress is simple petty bullshit.  
I swear, if you show me your tits once more I’m gonna have a fuckin fit.  
Self absorbed, nonsense twat.  
Garbage personality twit I want to swat.  
Classless cunt.  
Mental runt.  
Horrible pounds of flesh…  
Which only possess the anatomy that makes you a woman.  
None of the grace, none of the patience…not even the face.  
I said it…you look like a man. And I can barely distinguish you as a human.    
You are a disgrace to womankind.  
In fact, rather than see you again, I’d prefer to go blind.  
I’ll stab myself in the eye,  
Before I allow you to stay in my home one more time.    
If I do see you somewhere on the road of life,  
 I’ll read you this little rhyme & destroy your immense un-earned pride.    
 
As you strut around like a slut yet exclaiming the whole time you never thought you were cute.  
I wanna scream, I’ll make you uglier with the heel of my boot !  
When you repeat over & over that you swear all your friends are taller than you….  
All I can think is ‘you have friends’ ? Could it be true ?  
Who are these people that would willingly spend time with you before taking a bullet to the head ?  
Yes, what I’m saying in no uncertain terms is that to be around you might be worse than being dead.  
 
3/26-3/28 2014 Camille